#also my language got a bit sloppy at the end i feel.

[pantherxrogers]

after the game - wooyoung x fem!reader (18+)

⚾️ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

⚾️ warnings: pure smut (18+), no plot lmao, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, housewife kink, explicit language, gentle dom vibes, hint of sub reader, not proofread 👀

⚾️ summary: after seeing his wife interact with the kids at the baseball game, wooyoung wants one of his own.

⚾️ a/n: still trying out the lowercase text! this is puuuuure smut with no plot, so i hope you guys are okay with that lmao. also, i am madly in love with wooyoung and that baseball game did not help 😮‍💨

my masterlist

it all started with a baseball game.

now, wooyoung’s black jersey and pants are strewn on your bedroom floor, along with your sundress and thong. the pair of you barely made it to the bedroom, bodies intertwined as soon as you got home.

he’s still slightly sweaty from the heat, refusing to shower until he’s had his fill of you. he’s been hard for hours, and he’s not stopping until you both get your fix.

all you can do now is pant beneath him, his thick cock stretching you to the brink. the fringe of his grown-out hair hangs over his hooded eyes, which are focused on your sopping cunt.

he bites his lip at the sight, fascinated by your wetness coating his shaft. your steady moans keep him going, like music to his ears.

“that feel good, baby?” he teases, pushing further into you, knowing that you’re on cloud 9. you can feel every ridge of his cock, the closeness sending a shudder down your spine.

“sh-, shit, yes,” you huff, “feels so good, woo,” you whine, lifting up to meet his lips.

it’s sloppy and wet, both of you focused on the intense pleasure. the way his tongue delves into your mouth makes your pussy even wetter. he’s like a starved man, ravaging your body for whatever you can give him.

“fuck, this pussy is so damn tight,” he groans, breaking the kiss. the sight of him wetting his fingers makes your eyes roll back. when he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, you know you won’t be able to hold back for long.

“uh, woo, please,” you whine, unsure of what you’re actually asking for. you’re so close, but you don’t want this to end. he lets out a cocky laugh, carrying above the slick sounds of his sharp thrusts.

“i know, baby, i know.” he slows down a bit, making sure you feel all of him. he loves the way your face contorts, getting off on your pleasure.

“h-harder, please,” you beg, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. you moan out when he leans down, slower thrusts allowing him to grind against your clit.

you let out a gasp, hands suddenly pinned to the mattress beneath you. he’s staring at you intently, wanting to see the moment you fall apart.

“look at me when i’m fucking you.” his serious tone makes your pussy throb. when you meet his eyes, you’re enthralled by his beauty.

his tanned cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed in concentration. his full bottom lip is between his teeth, another sign of the harsh way he drills into your pussy. a warm shiver spreads over your body, further turned on by the hungry look in his eyes.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he hums, love-filled smile briefly breaking through his dominant demeanor. you whine when he pulls his cock out, sitting up to find out why he stopped.

you sweep your eyes over his body, appreciating the beauty of your husband. his lean body before you, muscular thighs bent at the knee, sitting back on his heels.

his veiny hand grips the base of his cock, tapping it on your clit. he makes a show off stroking himself, loving the way to stare at him. your thighs quiver, the sight of him making your pussy clench around nothing.

he pants, rolling his head back at the way your wetness clings to his tip. each tap of his sensitive head against your clit drives him wild.

“woo, please,” your voice cuts through to him, breaking his trance. with one last drag from your clit to your opening, he nestles his cock into you, the squelch filling the quiet of your bedroom.

“fuck, gonna cum soon,” he grunts, his thighs slapping against your thick ones.

“me too,” you squeal, feeling more of your wetness leak onto his hard cock. lifting up, you trace your tongue along the vein in his neck, the sensation making his cock jump inside of you.

“gonna cum in this pussy, make you a proper housewife,” your eyes roll back at his words, excited by the mention of his breeding kink.

“y-yes, please,” you squeal, bringing your hips up, matching the pace of his thrusts.

“want me to fill you up?” he huffs, pinning your wrists again. “maybe i should just cum in this pussy and get you pregnant, hm?”

“f-fuck woo! i’m cumming!” you squeal, eyes shutting at the immense pleasure. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips into your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“that’s right baby, cum for daddy,” he groans, thrusts getting sloppy at the sight of your fucked out expression. your pussy feels even wetter around him, the lewd noise pushing him further to the edge. your hand comes up to tweak his nipple, before running your manicured nails down his abs.

“you look so pretty for me, woo,” you hum, turning your head to press a kiss to his flexed arm.

“shit, i’m close,” he whines, hips losing their rhythm. you wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him with a sweet kiss before you pull away.

“wanna feel you cum inside me, woo,” you purr, looking up at him with doe eyes. “wanna feel you in me all night,” you look straight into his eyes, already seeing his orgasm wash over him.

“fuuuuuuuck,” he pants, warm spurts of cum flooding your wrecked pussy. you soothe him during his orgasm, stroking every part of him you can get your hands on.

when you’ve both come down, wooyoung is quick to hop up, much to your dismay.

“wooooooo,” you whine out, missing his warmth already.

“i know, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, running into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for you. when he comes back, he’s very gentle, carefully cleaning your sensitive folds. he finishes off with a soft kiss to your thigh, finally taking his place beside you again.

he pulls you into him, your sweaty bodies cuddled together beneath the sheets. your little yawn makes him chuckle, heart full of love at your cuteness.

“did i tire my baby out?” he teases, lifting your chin so he can see those pretty brown eyes. your smile is bashful, always feeling a little shy after a particularly strong orgasm. he smothers you kisses, unable to contain his love for you.

“speaking of babies,” you murmur, now causing a blush to spread across his face. “hello, mr. breeding kink,” you tease him, having fun with his embarrassment.

“you just looked so sweet today with all the kids. it made me start thinking about our future kids,” he confesses, tracing his finger along your cheek. you feel your heart skip at his confession, trying to fight back the sudden tears in your eyes.

“jagi, what’s wrong?” he hums, brows furrowing at your tears. he’s afraid for a second, hoping his confession hasn’t made you uncomfortable.

“nothing baby, i was thinking the same thing today,” you pout, so in love with the man in front of you.

you share a kiss so sweet it almost makes your heart burst. wooyoung’s lips are soft against yours, setting a slow pace. you both savor the feeling, never tiring of sharing your affection.

you’re both breathless when you pull away, giggling under the sheets like teenagers.

“so, maybe we should keep practicing,” he smirks, covering your body with his own. it’ll be a while until the both of you leave the bedroom again.

[forever-rogue]

Hi! If you’re taking requests then can I please ask for you to write a Joel x Reader one where Joel and Reader have been dating for a long time and are now finally happily living in Jackson (with Ellie), and it was all going fine until Joel’s PTSD is randomly triggered and he accidentally hurts Reader when she touches him as a way to check on him and offer him comfort like she normally would do during one of his panic attacks?

Like maybe they’re at a family bbq (with Tommy and his wife) or the bar or even at their own home when something — whether it be a certain sound, smell, word, etc. — triggers him to the point where he is totally out of it and gets startled when Reader touches him, causing him to slightly hurt her by grabbing her wrist or whatnot because he mistakes her as a threat. Once he snaps out of his PTSD episode, he immediately feels horrible and regretful despite how much Reader tries to assure him that she’s okay and it wasn’t his fault. But it’s not enough; he starts to distant himself out of fear that he’d potentially hurt her again and out of fear that he’d finally done something enough that’ll make her want to leave him. Reader catches on though and then does her best to make Joel realize that she doesn’t blame him for what happened, she’ll always be there for him — through the good, bad, and ugly —, and she’ll never leave him because he’s the love of her life. Just basically a whole lot of hurt and comfort (with a hint of angst and fluff) lol.

(Ah, I’m so sorry that this ended up being such an annoyingly long and detailed ask! I was struggling with how to express my idea in words, and just ended up rambling… I hope it’s okay! 😭 Please feel free to change anything — you’re incredibly talented, so I completely trust your wherever your creativity takes you if you choose to write this).

Anyway! Thank you so much for writing and sharing all of your stories — your writing is truly outstanding and really just your account as a whole is one of my absolute favorites! 🫶🏻

AN | Please, this is so cute but sad, but there’s also a happy ending 💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of PTSD

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Think you made enough food?” you felt Joel’s arm at the small of your back as you set up the desserts you had made. You turned to him and pretended to huff before playfully swatting his hand away, “I think you’ve got enough for the whole of Jackson.”

“I never hear you complaining, Joel Miller,” you grabbed one of the chocolate cookies you’d made and took a bite before offering half to him. He playfully bit it out of your hand, causing you to giggle at him, “no manners, Mr. Miller. None at all!”

“I,” he mumbled through a mouth of cookie, “am a perfect gentleman, darlin’.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you uncovered the rest of the baked goods you’d prepared and marveled at your handiwork, “this is a family barbeque but you know that basically means everyone will be here since we’re all basically one big, weird family. Hence, I made plenty.”

“What’s a smart woman like you doing with a fool like me?” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in a for a sweet kiss, practically beaming when you pulled back, “baby.”

"Don't baby me, Miller," you planted a playful, sloppy kiss on his cheek, "go on and help your brother with the barbecue so we can actually eat."

"Fine," he clutched at his heart as he scoffed before making his way over to Tommy. You couldn't help but watch him go, shaking your head in amusement. This man.

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The world might have been different from how it once used to be, but one of the things that never changed was the love of fireworks. Jimmy and Sandra had somehow managed to come up with a cache of them on one of their last trips out of Jackson. 

Naturally, the brilliant idea that they could be used at the barbecue was proposed and it wasn't hard to convince the younger Miller brother to go ahead with it. Under controlled circumstances, it would all be fine. 

And realistically it should have been fine…you had no reason to think that it wouldn't be. But life didn't seem to agree with you and had a completely different idea. 

You were standing with Ellie, your arms wrapped around her shoulders and you hugged onto her, waiting to see all the pretty fireworks. It hit you then and there - Ellie had never seen fireworks before! The idea in and of itself seemed wild. 

Her entire face was lit up from her big smile and the sparkling lights as the two of you watched the ones Tommy had set off. 

"Pretty cool, huh?" You pressed a kiss to the top of her head before realizing that something, or someone rather, was missing, "I'm going to go and find Joel. I'll be right back!"

Ellie was so distracted that she didn't even take much note of you leaving. It only took a few minutes before you found him near the back of the house, picking at something from one of the tables, or so you thought anyway.

"Babe?" You weren't sure if he could hear you over the clambering of the crowd and the fireworks; he didn't turn around. You walked closer to him and reached for him, "Joel?"

And then it happened all at once; he turned around and grabbed your wrist, twisting your arm at a painful angle and causing you to cry out. His eyes were dark but there was nothing there, just an empty hollowness. 

“Joel!” you tried to pull out of his tight grip but that only made things more painful. He wasn’t letting go and you didn’t know what to do - he clearly wasn’t him right now. You struggled with him for a few moments before you heard someone running up and yelling at Joel to stop. 

You looked up and felt a wave of relief wash over your body when you realized it was Tommy. If there was anyone that could help in this situation, it would be him. Tommy managed to pry Joel’s hands off you, the sheer force causing you to stumble backwards and fall onto your butt. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tommy’s hands were on Joel’s shoulders as he tried to get him to snap out of his trance. You’d never seen him like this and it was as scary as it was heartbreaking. You didn’t fully know what was going on but you had a fairly good guess, “Joel, this isn’t real, it’s just a memory. You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re at home with us.”

That seemed to quell him even if it was the slightest bit and he shook his head, almost as if he was trying to shake whatever was going on off. 

“Breathe in and out slowly,” Tommy had a calming effect on your boyfriend who seemed to relax, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly, “look around, we’re at home, we’re safe.”

Tommy took a few steps back and looked at you, an apologetic expression on his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat and as he held out his hand to help you to up and to your feet. Once you were back up, you looked over at Joel to find looking between you and Tommy,

“Joel?” your voice almost cracked as you subconsciously at your sore wrist and sore. His eyes darted to the sore area that was already red and starting to swell. 

His jaw clenched as he let out a long sigh, hanging in head in exhaustion and shame, “I’m…I’m okay.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “let me take you and Ellie home.”

“But-”

“Please?” he asked softly, offering you a pointed look. You realized what he was trying to convey and nodded before letting him lead you away, “I’ll be right back, big brother.”

You cast one last look at Joel but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your heart broke a little bit, but you kept repeating to yourself that everything would be alright. This was just a small bump in the road.

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When you woke up the following morning, you found yourself alone in bed, Joel’s side still made up and cold. He hadn’t come to bed. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before putting on your slippers and padding down the hall. You poked your head into Ellie’s bedroom and found the girl fast asleep still; at least she was getting some rest. 

You decided to start a pot of coffee and made your way to the kitchen; when you stepped inside you found him sitting at the table and staring at his hands. You relaxed ever so slightly when you realized he was home…but something was definitely still going on. 

“Joel?” you’d been so quiet that he hadn’t heard you come in, but his head snapped up and looked at you, “h-hey, my love.”

He inhaled shakily before looking you over, his entire face turning into a grimace at the angry haze of bruising on your arm. You realized what he was looking at and moved to tuck your arm behind your back. 

“I hurt you,” was all he managed to see before you could see that his eyes were glistening with tears. You took a few steps closer and shook your head fervently, but he recoiled from you, “I did that to you.”

“No,” the fact that he tried to shy away from you didn’t stop you from getting closer, “you didn’t hurt me - that wasn’t you.”

“It was me,” gingerly, he reached for your hand and pulled out your arm so he could look it over properly. In between the marks you could see the fingerprints etched in there, “if it wasn’t me, who did this to you?”

“Baby-”

“I hurt you,” he repeated, “all because I couldn’t handle the sound of some fuckin’ fireworks.”

“Stop,” you crouched down so you could look up at him since he refused to do so, “please. It wasn’t your fault, and I don’t blame you for this. No one should - it was an unfortunate thing but it’s over and done with this and this bruising will heal and go away. But I am never going away, and if you think this one little thing will do that, then you don’t know me very well.”

“I had no control over what happened,” he was willing to concede at least that much, “and that’s what scares me. What if it happens again? What if it gets even worse the next time? What if-”

“Joel,” you reached up and put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek, “you can’t think like that. It’s not healthy….just because it happened once doesn’t mean it will happen again. And, if for some reason it does, we’ll take it one day at a time.”

He reached up and gently removed your hand from his face, causing you to frown deeply, “I can’t trust myself around you. If anything ever happened to you or to Ellie, I would never forgive myself.”

“Joel-”

“I need some air,” he stood up and gently brushed past you, walking outside and into the backyard. You remained rooted in your spot, but sighed heavily, blinking back the tears that threatened to well up. 

Things would be okay, you knew they would…they had to be. Right? Right.

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Joel was still with you, but you could slowly see him growing more and more distant as the days wore on. Despite your reassurances that you were okay, and you still loved him more than anything, it was like he became a shell of his former self. And it wasn’t just with you, which was a bit of reassurance that it wasn’t just you, but it was with everyone. You wished there was something you could do that would easily get him back to his former self. Just as your arm grew better and less bruised, he continued to pull away and create a barrier between the two of you. 

One late night, as you laid in bed reading due to your inability to sleep, Joel came in and slowly closed the door behind him, and leaned against it. When he cleared his throat, you looked up and saw a serious expression on his face. He looked just as tired as you felt. 

“What’s up?” you asked softly as you closed your book and gently set it to the side. He remained silent for a few moments, clearly searching for the right words. Once a few moments of tense silence passed he finally looked at you, "hmm?"

"I've been thinkin'," he shoved his hands into pockets. You sat up straighter and tried to push down the nagging feeling that was already forming in your tummy, "and I think it's best…I should go."

"Go?" You parroted, not fully understanding what he was talking about, "what do you mean, Joel?"

"Go," he waved his hand around, "I don't think I should be here with you and Ellie anymore."

"Oh. Oh," you frowned at him, "so you're just going to up and leave."

"Baby, I - it's not like that," he insisted softly but you weren't just about to let him go. Not that easily, "this is what's best."

You scoffed at him, not even bothering to hide your disappointment, "that's what's best, huh? For who? For who is it best? You?"

"Best for everyone."

"Well that is just a straight up lie," you got out of bed and walked over to him, crossing your arms over his chest, "its not what's best for me at all. Or Ellie."

"Baby," it was softer and much more gentle, and almost resigned in a way.

"Listen - this time I need you to listen to me," you stood in front of him, firm and tall, "this has been going on for weeks now and I'm not just going to let you keep continuing on like this."

"I just…I wouldn't forgive myself if I ever did anything to you or hurt you in any way possible," you could see his Adam's apple bobbing, "its already hard enough knowing that I did." 

"Look," you pulled back the sleeve of your sweater and held up your arm. When he refused to acknowledge what you were doing you kept a cool and even tone, "look at me."

Reluctantly he allowed himself to look at your arm, at the place he had once hurt you. Your arm was back to normal and no remnants of what had once happened. He wrapped his fingers gingerly around your wrist as he tenderly turned your arm to get a better look at it. 

"There's nothing there," you pointed out softly, "and it doesn't hurt at all. I don't think about it anymore and I don't…I never blamed you and I was never scared of you."

"You're saying that now…but what if it happens again?" You could see the genuine concern in his eyes as you reached up and gently touched his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, something he'd denied himself for what seemed like an eternity by that point.

"If it does, we'll figure it out," you meant every word you said and you hoped he knew that, "Joel, life isn't always easy and it's not always fun. But just because one hard or bad thing happened doesn't mean I'm just going to walk away. That's not who we are and that's not what we do. I'm with you forever and nothing is going to change that."

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, in search of the right thing to say. Instead of verbalizing all that he was feeling, he bowed his head and pressed his forehead to yours.

"If it was me that happened to and I hurt you, would you want me to just leave?" You asked softly and you could feel the shake of his head.

"Of course not," he insisted, "it wouldn't…it would have been an accident."

"Exactly," you whispered, "how do you think I feel about you? I'm not going to let you just go. Not without a fight."

"Really?"

"Of course," you took his face in your hands and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "I love you, silly man. Nothing is ever going to change that. We'll be together through the good and the bad, through thick and thin. All of it."

And that was what seemed to break him. You could hear him sniffle lightly before a few tears rolled down his cheek. You gently brushed them away before making a small sound of reassurance at him. 

"I love you, baby," he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his warm, soft body. You felt him relax into your touch as you looped your arms around his shoulders and tucked yourself into his body as best as possible. You could tell that he needed this just as much as you did; he was practically melting into your body, "so much."

"I love you," it was a sentiment whispered in his ear so only he could hear it,"so, so much my love."

"When I hurt you I just…I got so worried."

"It's understandable," you insisted, "anyone would feel that way. But I want you to also understand that I love you and that nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know," a huff of laughter escaped him, "I've always known that."

"Good," you gave him the beaming smile that he still managed to fall in with over and over again, "because I've always known that you love me too. I can't promise everything, but I can promise you one thing."

"What's that?" He trailed his fingers against your jaw.

"That we'll always be together," you pressed kisses to both of his cheeks, "and we'll get through anything. And that I will always love you."

"That's three things," he teased, a glimpse of his true self coming though.

"Joel!" You were laughing though and he loved that sound, "get the sentiment though."

"I do," he agreed gently, "I love you."

"I love you too, Joel Miller."

[idontcare4urmom]

little red dress

soft!dom! chris x reader!gf!

content:you were aware of the effect you had on your boyfriend,but that didn’t stopped you from wanting him to drool all over you,there was a party on the town and you got dressed up until Chris sees you and completely loses it.

warnings: smuttt,pet names (baby,slut,etc.), praising kink,dirty talk,teasing,fingering,sucking,slight fluff at the end and more

a/n: my first language is not English,so sorry if it’s bad cause it’s also my first fic,please be nice<3 ——————————————————-

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today was the day,you were about to attempt to one of the ‘biggest’ parties in L.A. with influencers.sure,you were only invited cause your boyfriend was also invited,and you knew that but you couldn’t care less.you were simply excited to meet new people.

you had already had picked up your outfit so you wouldn’t be in a hurry, even though the party was in more than 2 hours. nothing could go wrong with black high boots that boosted your height,a mini leather jacket and a perfect mini red sparkly dress you bought for the occasion.

when you tried it on the store,you knew that you had to get it,it was almost like it was made specifically for you.it complimented your figure and face in a way that you knew you were going to drag looks on you,not to mention that it curved your ass and tits like a glove,and the length of it stopped right above your bare thighs,perfect right?

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you eventually started to get ready,picking a nice matching red lace lingerie to match with your dress,even though no one will really see it,at least that’s what you thought .you wore the dress after and tugged with a bit of struggle the zipper up,taking a quick glimpse of yourself afterwards in the mirror to admire yourself before starting to do makeup.

you were about to finish with the final details of your pink glossy lipstick,popping your lips together until you heard a knock on the door.

“baby? are you almost done? we have to leave in like 10 minutes” your boyfriend’s voice echoed through the other side of the room,you didn’t even had realized how much it took you to get ready.

“almost done,you come in you know” you responded,curious about how your man will think of your looks.

there was a click on the door before it banged close,causing you to turn your head and look at Chris who was now staring at you.he was pretty much checking you out and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he broke the silence “wow..you look hot”.

the comment made you giggle under you breath and respond sarcastically “i always do”.you could feel the brunette boy rolling his eyes but what didn’t you expect was a sudden feeling of hands cupping both of your ass cheeks.

“yeah you are not lying,but this dress fits you better than anything else i have seen you wearing” Chris exclaimed right into your ear,you could swear that his voice was lowered which made you narrow your eyes in confusion but also interest.

“thanks,but get your hands off” you bratted,which made him chuckle and grope them tighter “what about no?”

you scoffed at his answer,turning around to answer but suddenly feeling him grabbing your face and pulling you into a hungry kiss.your eyebrows furrowed but you couldn’t resist the urge to make out with him for a minute.

the kiss soon turned sloppy,both of your tongues fighting for dominance until he tugged on your bottom lip,making you moan. “red is really your colour” you heard him say as you felt his hands lifting up your dress,causing your breaths to get heavier.

“Chris,the party” you warned in a worried tone,which made him smirk for no reason,his hand slipping in between your thighs “you really think I care about that baby? I couldn’t give a damn less”.

the next thing you knew was him taunting you.his fingers barely grazing your pussy that was already dripping wet,opening your mouth to complain but he quickly pushes you into the bed,hovering on top of you and pushing two fingers into your tight hole.

“oh shit!” you groaned at the stretch,his free hand going backwards to tug down the zipper of the dress that was making his cock throb.when he pulled it down his eyes roamed into your body and on your lingerie set,making his fingers thrust in and out of you fast.

“fuck,such a slut,wearing this shit to get me turned me on when you know i can’t resist you” his words made you clench around his fingers and whine pathetically.his head tilted down to place rough kisses on the hook of your neck and creating big hickeys,while his fingers curled up to hit that spot inside you.

you were a moaning and whimpering mess already,and he couldn’t help to think what you will do when his length will be buried into your cunt later.

“i..I am gonna cum” you whispered after some seconds,your voice raspy and Chris pulled with no warning his fingers out,making you frown and him to respond with a simple explanation of “going to save it for later”.

he then left from on top of you and stood up straight,his hands quickly moving to his belt to unbuckle it before shoving down his jeans and boxers,exposing his fully hard self with pre-cum leaking all over his red tip.

your breath hitched at the sight and you desperately wanted to get on your knees,but before you knew he pushed firmly your legs apart and spread them from him,his eyes darkening when he saw how ready you were,your juices glistening all over your thighs.

“hm,so wet,such a perfect sight,all this for me?” he cooed and praised,which only made you nod and feel your desire increasing.

he got in between your legs and positioned his tip against your entrance,starting to tease by grinding his hips against yours,making you groan again at the friction. “Chris,please..” you couldn’t help to beg,which even surprised yourself,but you didn’t regret it cause the next thing you felt was him entering you with a rough and deep thrust.

you practically screamed his name and arched your back,your hands reaching to tug on his hair locks which only made Chris grunt.his pace was fast and almost painful,making sure you felt him completely,and you couldn’t help to move your hips along with his in sync.

the panting from both of you and the skin to skin clapping filled the room in matter of seconds,his head once more leaning down but to lick all over your stomach soothingly while his dick was pounding into your g-spot with no mercy.he soon undid your bra and took one of your nipples into his mouth,sucking and flicking his tongue over the flesh.

the knot on your stomach was already felt,which also was noticeable by Chris and making him speak in a low,slightly hoarse way “already sweetheart? you are gonna make a mess on my cock like the perfect whore you are,hm?”

you only clenched at his words again,your one hand leaving his hair to grasp at the sheets for support,your orgasm already forming again and your legs began to shake.

“you aren’t going to finish yet, understood? he warned,making you look up at him with pleading eyes while his own blue one were looking almost brown,making you shiver and nod at his question “good girl,I know you can hold it for a little longer”

you couldn’t explain it but his voice was both rough and soft at the same time,and it was for sure turning you more.his length continued to tear you apart,basically hitting your spot over and over again while your eyes were watery.even though he had told you to not reach your climax yet,you were unaware that a few specific movements from you will sent him over his own edge.

it was basically you wrapping your legs tightly around his waist to encourage him silently to go deeper,while your nails digged into his lower back and leaving marks behind.with an unexpected loud groan from his lips and his hips bucking up,his muscles flexed and he released his seed deep into your cunt.

you moaned a little when he pulled out after some seconds,leaving you panting and your chest rising and falling,you quickly recovered when he rolled into his side and pulled you with him so he can cuddle you tightly.an exhausted yawn escaped from your mouth into the comfortable silence and he planted a kiss to your forehead “tired?”

“you fucked my brains out,what did you expect” you responded,making you both burst out laughing until some minutes after you were asleep into each other arms.

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Ghost x Reader

NSFW, 18+, Shameless Smut, No Plot, Porn w/out Plot, Sex in the dark, Explicit, Graphic Language, Teasing, Touch-Starved Touching, Embarassing, First Time Together, Fingering, Sloppy Kisses, Somewhat Rough Sex, slightly Intimate, Ghost is a bit of a dom, Reader's a bit snarky, Slightly Proof Read, I'll fix what I miss later :)

First time writing a smut one-shot with zero plot sooooo here's my trial run. I'm a recovering former Catholic schoolgirl, bear with me. Enjoy. （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）♡

Word Count: 2.4k

Also I take requests, or I would like to, or I might just poll who I should write next. ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ My other one-shot Soap | Price

You step into a dark bedroom, reaching over to flip on the light switch. That's when you feel Ghost's cold, gloved hand stop you halfway. Your hand, which is small in comparison to his own, can't help but be encompassed by his sudden grasp.

The door shuts behind you both, you and Ghost now standing in a nearly pitch-black bedroom. Alone.

"The lights stay off," Ghost orders.

The gravelly-like sound of his voice is deep in this empty room, soothing through your ears and sending a chill down your spine. You can just make out the large silhouette of his body, towering over you like a great, big shadow. Ready to devour you and leave you used.

And you wanted him to use you. To fill you with all he has to give. You've lusted for his touch since you first laid eyes on him. You longed to feel his strong grasp around your throat, his teeth against your skin, his cock buried deep in you. You always wondered what a man who brandishes a skull mask of all things would desire of you.

Your own hand could only suffice for so many nights. It was time for the real thing.

And you knew Ghost had wanted it too. He had wanted you bad. Not being able to have you until now only fueled his growing insatiable craving for you. His skin practically simmers from the rising arousal.

"No lights at all?" You pout.

"What's the matter?" The teasing tone to his voice lowers, as does his hand, as you feel his fingers trail up your arm. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before he's let it rest at the side of your jaw, taking a soft hold of your face. "You afraid of the dark?"

You feel his deep, olive eyes look you up and down hungrily through the darkness. Exploring every inch of your body. He could picture all the curves to you, his hands hardly able to keep away from reaching out. Envisioning your body shaking by the end of this, the anticipation having his blood rushing just thinking about it.

His thumb lightly trails over your lip, the glove of his thumb gently grazing it, faintly tugging. He parts them for himself, your tongue just slightly brushing against him. It makes a whimper leave your lips, as you start to playfully nip at the fabric of his glove with your teeth, coaxing something dark inside him.

"It's just us now, love," Ghost whispers. "I want these walls crumblin' down once I'm through with you."

You lift both your hands and let them dance delicately over his, your own hands so small it takes the two of them to even hold the entire thing. You tug at the fabric, removing the glove from his skin and revealing his bare knuckles to you. If not for the dark which surrounded them.

Unable to truly see him for youself, you let your touch fill that yearning to look upon him. You let the glove fall to the floor, as your hands take his again, your warmth clashing with the iciness of his own touch.

"Why don't you make that happen then," you taunt him.

You take his index finger and bring it to your lips, letting your tongue slowly swirl around it, as your saliva coats him, your breath making his skin shiver. You gently bob your head forward and suck his finger, taking your time getting it wet for him. Only just faintly being able to make out his mask in the dark.

You hear Ghost let out a heavy breath, before he's got you pressed flush against the door. He uses his large thigh between your legs and his other arm to box you in, his body pressing roughly against you, keeping you pinned against the door.

You were at a point of no return now. If this was what you wanted, then Ghost was prepared to give it to you, as he saw fit.

Ghost brings his free hand down, roughly pulling down the short little skirt you'd had your ass hanging out of all night, until you've felt the fabric hit your ankles below you. The second they hit the floor, Ghost plucks his finger from your lips, deciding to swap for a new pair to play with instead.

His fingers dip beneath your lace panties, letting those fall to your feet next, the chill of his hand making you jolt lightly, as you gasp. That's when he feels how dripping wet you had been this whole time. You coat the man's fingers in a matter of seconds, which he can't help but chuckle at.

"Fuckin' hell," he teases you. "Say less."

"Fuck you," you tease.

Ghost responds by bringing two wet fingers to your clit, massaging smooth circles against it, and sending a jolt of knee-wobbling pleasure through you. He gets the rhythm down damn near instantly, working a magic you should have only known he possessed. You can't help but moan to his touch, your head pressing back against the door as your body chases his fingers.

"You were saying?" Ghost teases you again. Only this time, before you've time to say something else, you feel his fingers make their way towards the entrance of your cunt, ghosting the hole purposefully, letting his hands grow damp with you. It makes the air catch in your throat.

His fingers slowly curve in, the warmth of your walls gripping tightly in retaliation. He pumps them in and out, going just a little deeper, each time they sank back in.

Pretty soon you've felt him go knuckle deep, his palm smacking roughly against your clit at each thrust. Each time left you throbbing with arousal, making you shake. The visceral, wet noises that came from your cunt paled in comparison to the moans you released alongside them.

The sensation was almost so overwhelming that your mind couldn't think straight. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes, as your voice took a mind of its own, letting Ghost know vocally just how much you enjoyed having his fingers roughly play with you like that.

Ghost would never forget these sweet sounds you made for him. They'll live in his mind 'til the day he dies, he's sure. As he'll be forever chasing after them now. Hearing you had been a newfound high

He eventually takes his hands from you, your fluids leaving a web-like trail on its exit out. In that brief moment, having found some composure over yourself, you let your hands raise up, until they've stopped at the edge of Ghost's balaclava.

You pause before attempting to lift it up, letting your fingers rest there, signaling to him what you wanted.

"Can I?" you ask.

Ghost pauses.

One of his hands meets your wrist, though it doesn't attempt to pull you away. Holding you there, instead. Hesitantly even.

Right now, he appeared but a dark figure you could only just make out, hellbent on seeing you at your most vulnerable. Ghost wouldn't let you see him. Not completely. And you would respect that. You could be happy with just the touch of him instead. The taste of him in your mouth could be enough.

Tonight at least.

When you see he won't stop you, you slowly begin to lift up his mask. You feel the fabric glide up the sides of his neck as he holds his breath. You bring it to the bridge of his nose, letting your fingers graze against his cheeks, and tracing the stubble of his defined jawline. Simply trying to feel a picture of him in to your mind.

The whole time, Ghost stands there frozen. Letting you touch him, not having let someone do so in such an intimate matter in quite some time now. Too long of a time. He's forgotten how bare it makes him feel. And yet, he didn't want you to stop.

You mirror his actions from before, letting your thumb brush against his bottom lip. You feel it quiver, and it makes you smile.

"Don't get shy now," you purr.

You flip that switch in him, and like a predator that's just caught its prey, his mouth is on yours, pressing against you so hard that his body nearly smashes you against the door. It releases a gasp out of you, one that Ghost uses to let his tongue take a quick swipe against yours, stealing a taste.

You chase his as it retreats, your lips following him organically. As though your mouths were two puzzle pieces; perfectly fitted for one another.

His kisses quickly turn starved, his tongue exploring every available inch your mouth provided to him, dominating you in every way. Letting you know that from here on out, your mouth belonged to him and him alone. Your lips. Your tongue. Your taste. You.

You belonged to him now.

You nip at his lip suddenly, giggling at the little gasp he lets out afterward. In response, Ghost brings his hands to the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, leaving you now bare before him, just as a silhouette in the dark to him as he were to you.

He brings his teeth to the groove between your neck, searing them deep and bringing a light hiss out of you. At the same time, his hands meet your breast, his finger gently rubbing against your nipples, as his palms massaged you gingerly.

His hands feel you as though he planned to sculpt a new woman out of you, and his lips trail down your neck as though they could help him memorize the taste your skin left lingering at every peck.

Your fingers grip at the back of his neck, pulling him in, clawing into what little skin he left bare for you to feel beneath his lifted mask. The sting your nails leave makes him throb almost painfully so.

Ghost pries his lips from you, letting his hands slide roughly down past your ass, before taking hold of your thighs. With one quick movement, he hoists you up, allowing your legs to straddle his waist. He then presses himself against you, grinding hard into you.

The sudden flood of ecstasy it washes over him brings a low, shaky breath out of him. One he wasn't too used to making. He continues grinding against you, keeping your back pressed against the wall and both his large hands gripped firmly beneath your ass, his hands moving you almost like you were his own personal doll.

And you submit.

You submit completely to him, keeping your hands wrapped around his neck, as the grinding of his hardening cock through his uniform re-erupts that lustful flood he'd pulled out of you only minutes ago.

Using the wall to help keep you upright, Ghost brings one of his hands down to the buckle of his pants, undoing them and allowing him to lower his them. Just enough for him to take hold of himself and uncover from his briefs.

It seems he's had enough of the teasing and the foreplay.

"You know we have a bed," you joke.

"I like to work on my feet," Ghost quips back.

You feel the head of his member begin to play at your folds, lightly spreading them apart, and preparing for what felt like would be something slightly larger than what you were used to. It makes the core of your groin quake with anticipation.

Ghost continues to tease himself against you, his breath growing shakier by the second, as precum began to slick between you. His hand on your ass tightens, and he brings himself to the center of your core once more.

You feel his eyes on you.

"Think you can take it?"

You swallow and then nod.

"Give it to me already."

As quickly as the words leave your mouth, Ghost lets himself thrust deeply into you, your walls just barely being able to take in the entire length of him. It sends a sharp sensation up your body, bubbling out into one of the loudest moans you've ever felt yourself let out. You feel it travel all the way up to your throat, making your heart race as though you'd just run a triathlon.

Once he saw you could take him, Ghost pumped deeper into you, pushing further and further in at every thrust, gliding in and out with ease. Soon you've taken him completely, feeling him smack against your cunt hard.

His lips find yours again, not wanting to waste another second away from you, as his fingers dig deep into your skin, forcing you to take all of him, as you willingly let him do what he wants with your body. He clearly knew what it wanted best.

He purposefully pulls back out slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him leave your pussy, and stopping just before his head can exit. He then comes back in sharply, earning that chilling moan from you every time. He could go all night listening to it.

"That's right, lovey," Ghost pants against your lips. "That's fuckin' beautiful."

Ghost picks up his speed, each pump growing faster. Eventually, the pace had increased so much that you stopped noticing the blood you were drawing at the back of his neck from digging into it so roughly. Just as you didn't notice the forming bruises on your ass from how hard Ghost had been holding you.

All you could feel was him inside you, giving you everything he had to give, and hitting that sweet spot every single time.

"I'm so close!" you gasp out. You slide your hands back over to his face, cradling his cheeks in your palms, letting him know you were looking him in his eyes. Somehow you felt you could see his right now. "Cum with me."

Ghost takes your lips one final time, getting one last good taste of you, as he feels your walls tighten around him, your body vibrating, as you moan into his lips.

The orgasm shakes you so hard that your body moved almost involuntarily. The mixture of warmth and tight compression is enough to finally get it out of him as well, as Ghost cums alongside you, his cock throbbing against the heat of your cunt.

He lets out a breathy moan, his forehead resting against yours, as you both fight to catch your breaths.

As the moments settled, and your heart rates began to rest, you both continued to let faint images of each other dance in your minds, as un-pronounced as when you first walked in.

"Maybe we can have a nightlight on next time," you joke.

Ghost is quiet for a second, still attempting to reassess himself. He clears his throat before speaking again.

"I'm up for that."

♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

[chrissv4mp]

heyyy, would you be down to write a make out sesh with olivia rodrigo? Maybe she wants to get some energy out after a tour stop? I love your bf headcanons for Chris & Matt!!

taste of your lips 🥁

warnings: heated make-out session, jealous liv, maybe a little sexual tension at the end but no real smut! (yet...), vulgar language

author's note: (this is fem!reader btw!!) was waiting 4 someone to request olivia rodrigo (my wife fr!!), so here it is!! hope u enjoy anon🫶🏼 also tysm!!

sorry guys, i know tornado warnings was supposed to come out tonight, but i just couldn't wait to post this.!!

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you smiled at your girlfriend as she walked through the curtains to backstage. immediately, she ran into your arms, smiling as she hugged you tightly.

"such an amazing performance yet again," you muttered, inhaling her scent.

the brunette smiled, placing a soft kiss on your neck, "thank you, baby. we should get ready to leave, yeah?"

you hummed in approval, not being able to see the mischievous smirk on your girlfriends face before she pulled away from your embrace.

olivia was quick to collect all her belongings and then drag you out of the venue, having to stop a few times on her way out to take pictures with fans.

"we love you, y/n!" a girl yelled from the crowd, and olivias smile faded a bit as she heard those words.

"thank you so much, i love you too!" you smiled sweetly, waving at the girl before olivia continued to drag you to the tour bus, only quicker this time.

as soon as you were in the bus, olivia locked the door and pushed you to sit on the couch.

your eyes scanned her up and down, biting your lip at her red bra being visible through her cropped white shirt.

"what's got you so worked up, baby?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as your hands went to rest on her waist, pulling her forward to sit on your lap.

olivia sighed, not answering your question as she cupped your face with her hands and leaned in to kiss you roughly.

the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, and you could feel the possessiveness in her touches as she gripped your hair with one hand and roamed your body with the other.

you whined into the kiss as she tugged your hair back, but you kept your composure and pulled away for just a second.

"answer my question, liv. i know you can use your words." you muttered, lips already swollen from how roughly the girl had kissed you just seconds earlier.

the brunette huffed as her grip on your hair loosened, "those fucking girls say they love you, they don't even know you."

she sighed before bringing her lips back on yours, this time slipping her tongue past your lips and into your mouth.

her tongue explored your mouth, hitting yours each time she moved the muscle and exchanged saliva as the kiss went on.

your hands moved from her hips and down to her ass, giving her a light squeeze and earning a soft moan from the girl.

"they can't make you scream the way i do," she muttered angrily against your lips, red from both her lipstick and how swollen they were.

you hummed into her mouth, nodding the best you could as she continued to smash her lips onto yours brutally.

"can't make you beg for them," she groaned, grinding her hips against yours as she started to trail kiss down your jawline to your neck.

once the girl found your pulse point, she immediately sunk her teeth down into your sensitive skin, eliciting a throaty moan from your lips.

"such pretty sounds. all for me," the brunette smirked against your skin as she sucked on your neck softly.

"all mine." you nodded eagerly, bucking your hips up as she grinded down on you, making the girl gasp.

your breathing was heavy now, and your hands were gripping tightly on olivias hair as she continued to mark you, to make you hers.

"yes, fuck. 'm all yours, love." you groaned, your hands moving up to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up over her body.

the only time she detached her lips from your skin was to pull the thin shirt over her head, and then she went straight back to marking your neck, your shoulders, anywhere she could.

your hand traveled to her shoulder, trying to get her on the couch, but she stood her ground on top of you, biting on your shoulder harshly and eliciting a whine from your throat.

"no, just let me play with you, pretty girl. be my little slut, yeah?"

your eyes fluttered shut at her words, and you sit back and let her continue her torture on your shoulder and neck.

a few minutes more and you were struggling to keep still, squirming around under touch as she continued to leave marks on the other side of your neck.

she hadn't kissed your lips in what felt like an eternity, but it was really only 5 minutes.

though, as soon as the girl went to kiss your lips again, you placed your hand on her lower back and quickly switched your positions, flipping her onto the couch and you onto her lap.

olivia gasped, watching as you crawled off her and onto the floor of the bus, getting on your knees in front of her as your fingers looped in the waistband of her shorts.

"since you're still so energized..." you began, kissing the inner parts of her thighs that weren't covered, "let's see how many rounds you can go, princess."

the smirk quickly returned to the brunettes face, and she couldn't help but tangle her hands in your hair and tug on it a bit.

. . .

[countryclubkook]

Angel

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

Warnings: language, smut, drug use, slight degradation, I think that's all

Summary: Rafe likes the effect he has on you, he also likes showing everyone who you belong to

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this, it's a bit on the shorter side but the obx trailer sparked some quick Rafe (which fuck he looks so good) inspo. I'm still relatively new to writing smut so I hope it's good🤍

“Fuck angel, you're so eager and desperate for me to ruin you when you don't even have the slightest idea what you're getting yourself into” Rafe moaned out, a small laugh coming out at the end as he thrusted his hips against yours again.

It was another kook party ending with you and Rafe getting high and hooking up in an empty room. Neither of you wanted anything more (that’s what you’d told yourselves at least), and you definitely weren't best friends, but the sex was too good to refuse. Tonight he was being much rougher than usual and you were loving every second of it. He already managed to pull about 2 orgasms from you, one with his tongue and one with his fingers, and was working you towards your third.

You offered to suck him off in return, to try and please him the same way he was pleasing you, but he wouldn't allow it. Instead, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. A light tap on your ass signaled he wanted you on fours and you happily obliged. You would do anything he told you to.

“Yes Rafe…want you t-to ruin me. Please, I'll do…fuck.. I'll do anything” you moaned out. The high from the lines you did earlier combined with the feeling of Rafe buried so deep inside you made it hard to form coherent sentences.

“Anything yeah? You're a dumb slut for that, but fuck..you're my dumb slut. I'm going to fucking ruin you baby” one hand coming around your throat and pulling your back against his chest, the other finding it's way to your clit.

Your vision became blurry and you weren't sure if it was the right grip Rafe had on your throat, the intense amount of pleasure you were experiencing, or the high, but it didn't matter. You were in pure bliss at the moment.

“Y-yours. Only yours” you managed to moan out in between whimpers. The sound of Rafe's thick cock fucking into you was pornographic and sent shockwaves to your core. You felt so dirty and used in the best way and didn't know how much longer you could hold in your orgasm.

“That's right baby. Mine” he growled, feeling his release edge closer and closer.

He rubbed small but quick circles on your clit and moved his lips to your neck, slowly moving up to your jaw before pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He could tell you were close by the way you moaned and whimpered into the kiss, heavy breaths coming from you both.

“Rafe ‘m so close” you whined as you pulled away from the kiss, the pressure in your belly increasing.

“I know baby, I know. Just a little longer” he wanted you both to cum at the same time.

So you waited a few more seconds and tried your best not to cum before him. When his pace got faster and it felt like he was literally bruising your fucking cervix from how deep he was, you knew he was about to cum. You pulled him back into a rough kiss by his neck when you felt your orgasm finally take over, not able to hold it in any longer.

“Fuck you're clenching so much around my cock angel, going to look so pretty stuffed full of my cum” he moaned into your mouth, his grip on your throat tightening.

Your head was fuzzy and your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you. Pure fucking bliss for the both of you as you felt him cum inside you, filling you up nice and full. He slowed down his pace, waiting until you had both come down from the high before pulling out of you. The both of you collapsing to the bed panting from the intensity.

You had ended up lying on your stomach and let out a small squeal of surprise when Rafe flipped you onto your back. He took his fingers and moved them towards your now dripping cunt, you let out a small gasp and shook your head no. You were too sensitive for that.

“Relax, I just wanna make sure none of this leaks out. You're on the pill right?” worry and seriousness taking over with the last sentence.

“Y-yes” you whimpered out, from a mix of pleasure and being too fucked out.

“Good. You did so well baby” he said moving to give you a small kiss. No matter the circumstances, Rafe always made sure to give you aftercare.

You let out a small ‘hmm’ in response before you both laid in each other's arms. The both of you knew you'd have to leave at some point, but you could lay in each other's embrace for just a moment longer. Maybe deep down you did want something more but were too scared to admit it.

You definitely belonged to Rafe Cameron, his cum stuffed inside your cunt confirmed that. And he'd make sure everyone knew that when he made you walk around in your short dress, his cum leaking down your inner thigh and hand on your waist when you returned to the party.

[idkwhatthisisfuck]

pretty

gif cd: nicostiel

cw: f. reader, angry sex, rough sex, sir kink, degradation, spitting, creampie, mdni

note: english is not my first language

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“Did I or did I not tell you to not call him? Answer me, you fucking whore. You’ve got so much to say before,” Aki snarls into your ear, teeth pulling the lobe roughly and sucking on it.

“Y-you did, sir,” you whimper, grabbing his collar in fear of what he’ll do to you. Aki swats your hand away, “You think you have the right to touch me after what you did?” He grabs your chin and makes you face him.

“Look me in the eyes and fucking answer my question.”

You try your best to swallow your sobs. Gulping thickly, you croak out, “No, Aki.”

Aki growls out loud and pulls a handful of hair to tilt your head back and spits on your face.

“Aki? Am I your fucking friend?”

At that, he starts tearing all your clothes. In no time his erection springs out from his tight boxers and shoves it right into your gaping mouth. Not only tears but also your pussy fluids are streaming down out onto the rug. Normally, Aki is gentle and passionate when it comes to sex but at times like this he acts out of character and you find yourself enjoying the way he takes control of everything.

His thick sloppy cock smoothly sliding in and out of your warm mouth. Aki groans and hangs his head back when he sees the way tears are gathering at the ends of your eyes.

You lost track of time, and how many times he’s come with the way he is flipping, tossing and turning your body the way he likes, taking you in every way he likes and you deserve to get fucked.

Aki pounds his stiff cock into your silky tight tunnel with so much that your head bumps against the headboard. When he decides it’s not enough, he leans up a bit and grabs a hold of the headboard, placing a pillow under your bum for him to angle his dick better. The new position allows him to directly smash his swollen tip against your opening and he gladly takes advantage of it.

He takes in your pleasure-contorted features and flutters his eyes close— engraving every expression, sound and touch in his brain. There is a sheen of sweat across his toned chest, lying there like another skin. You are writhing, mewling, whimpering and grabbing onto whatever you can reach because the feelings are too much for you to handle.

“Baby, baby, baby… I’m coming,” he announces. He pumps his cock three more times in your cunt until he’s thoroughly milked out.

“Oh… fuck, look at that. You sucked me in so well.”

You shudder at how sensitive you are when Aki’s naughty fingers brush over your puffy folds stuffing his gooey cum back in. Like a dog having marked its territory, Aki’s lips pull at a corner. Lowly whistling under his breath, eyes never leaving your creamed pussy, “You look fucking pretty like this, Princess. Wanna give me another round?”

[dahliaslove]

⭑ GIVING DEWEY RILEY HEAD

⭑ author's note: english is not my first language so please be kind, but also this is my first time posting any of my writing so i do appreciate feedback! (just be nice about it)

⭑ warnings: oral, praise, dewey being a sap, reader being a sap, Dewey whimpers, fingering, there’s no use of y/n, dewey calls reader sweetie occasionally, a bit ooc because i got carried away

⭑ word count: 1.38k

⭑ pairing: Dewey Riley x f!reader

minors please do not interact!

Dewey’s hands normally nervously hovering around his side are now gripping onto the top of your head as he tries not to rut his hips desperately into your mouth. His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy and his mouth slightly parted open, letting out shallow pants intermingled with breathless pleas for release.

Tears cloud your vision as you gag slightly when his cock hits the back of your throat. You can feel the wetness between your thighs grow as you listen to Dewey babble out apologies and try to calm his twitching hips as much as he can.

"ah sweetheart—" he cuts himself off with a little whimper whenever you pull off his cock to gently smear the precum on his tip with a kiss. Moving back down, you slide your tongue around the underside of his shaft, lapping at a few prominent veins. You can hear his breaths coming out in shorts bursts above you while his cock twitches in the back of your throat.

"Feels so good, you're so good, I-" he bucks his hips up into your mouth and lets out a noise that has you clenching your legs together to relieve the pressure in your aching cunt. The second he cracks open his eyes and sees you reaching down to rock back and forth on your hand, he lets out a strangled moan and thrusts his hips up into your mouth.

You continue to bob your head up and down his cock, trying to find a pace in time with his movements, while still focusing on circling your fingers on your sensitive clit. Sensing dewey’s release was near, you removed your messy hand from your clit to pump the base of his shaft and cup his balls, bringing a high pitched noise out of his lips

It didn’t take long for him to still in your mouth, his release pooling in your mouth and down your throat. He lets out a low whine when you pull off his cock and he sees the string of spit connecting his now soft and sensitive cock to your lips. After leaning in to give Deweys cock one last kiss, you pull yourself up to sit on his lap and run your hands through his messy hair.

He’s never looked more pretty than right now and that’s saying something, his face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his hair sticking up in different directions even as you attempt to smooth it down. Taking a moment to come down from his sensitive state, he leans into the delicate and soothing touch of your hands scratching over his scalp. Now with his mind slightly clear, he cracks his eyes half way open and he pulls you into him to land a few sloppy kisses to your shoulder.

"Dewey, that tickles!" you laugh, feeling his lips curl up beneath his mustache against your shoulder.

“Y’know, you're always so good to me baby, how about I return the favor? I just wanna make you feel good, just how you like it, I promise” he murmurs into your ear, his lips stretched into a sweet grin and his voice slightly raspy after his last orgasm. Somewhat clumsy but soft hands trail along your thighs, before he gently turns you over onto the bed.

“I ever tell you how lucky I am to be with you?” he says with a bashful look on his face as he hovers above you, chocolate brown eyes shining in the yellow light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“We both know i’m the lucky one Dewey, but please get on with it.” You give him a warm smile, the pitch of your voice going slightly whiny at the end as you cant your hips in his direction.

He responds to you with a happy hum as he begins trailing kisses down your stomach.

“M’sorry sweets, you’re just so damn—“ he cuts himself off with a soft kiss to the area under your belly button “distracting.” Pulling back up, he finishes his sentence with a squeeze to the pudge on your hips and a love struck grin.

Lowering his head into your pussy, he starts off with a slow pace, languidly leaving sloppy kisses over your pussy at an almost agonizing pace and lightly sucking on your clit. It's not long until he's speeding up and he has your hips wildy bucking up into his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit and providing extra stimulation that has you choking on your own breaths.

With your noises spurring him on he reaches his hands down to your thighs to fervently pull you into him as much as possible. Faintly in the back of your mind you wonder if he can even breathe but that thought is discarded as soon he starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Oh go—god! Dewey. . . !” your hands grip his hair tighter and you toss your head back as you desperately try to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Tears prick at your eyes as soon as he moans against your clit, the vibrations adding to the almost overwhelming sensation and turning you into a writhing mess beneath him.

Arching your back, you feel the tightness in your stomach building more and more. He only crooks his fingers in your walls and burrows his face deeper into your cunt in response, continuing until your a sobbing mess and all you can remember is his name and all you can feel is the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm combined with the rapid movement of his fingers in between your legs.

“S’too much! i cant-“ you gasp out with tears fully streaming down your face now, it hitting you like a truck as soon as the stimulation from fingers and tongue feel like too much.

“Please just one more? i know you can do it for me.” Dewey lifts his head up from the sticky mess between your thighs and begs, his voice breathless and his eyebrows furrowed, as he sends you a puppy eyed look that has you sucking in a breath and nodding frantically.

Dewey doesn’t waste a second in burying himself back into your cunt and picking back up the rapid pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you like this, all you know is that he keeps himself between your legs for a while, working you through orgasm after orgasm. Your head becoming a mess of incoherent thoughts that you babble out mindlessly along with pleasured cries of Dewey’s name. Mixed with these sounds are the occasional moans from Dewey and the bed creaking furiously as he greedily rocks his hips against the bed in an attempt to relieve some of the ache between his own legs.

Dewey only stops once you're a trembling mess and your hands are like harsh claws on the back of his head. He pulls his sticky fingers out eliciting a whine from you that turns into a low moan when you see him begin to suck his fingers off with a satisfied hum.

Once he’s climbed back over you he leaves a delicate kiss to your lips and then moves to your jaw to pepper more kisses, whispering words of praise as he does so. He only pauses to let out a hiss when his cock rubs against your upper thigh, sensitive from him humping against the sheets.

“You doing okay sweetie?” you only respond with a pleased hum, brain still foggy from Dewey’s mouth. “How about I run us a nice bath?” Seeing you nod again in response, he heads towards the connecting bathroom and turns the bath faucet on.

You crack your eyes open and stretch out your body on the bed, Dewey’s soft footsteps padding into the room moments later informing you that the bath is ready.

“You want me to carry you there?” The tinge of worry in his eyes makes your heart swell and you can’t resist the opening to tease him even with this feeling blooming in your chest.

“Somebody wants to show off their muscles, huh?” Immediately his skin flushes and you wonder how someone could get so flustered easily. He playfully rolls his eyes at you and helps you walk there instead with a content smile.

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Summary: When you reveal to your co-stars that you've never had a positive experience kissing anyone, let alone a good experience doing more than kissing, Tom visits you in your hotel room to rectify that situation.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: steamy moments (this is 1 of the 2 non-smut stories from this collection); language; mention of bleeding

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; reader isn't inexperienced but she's had horrendous experience

"Okay I might need help with this, I gotta be honest."

You showed the page that you placed a little pink post-it flag on to your female co-stars, Scarlett and Lizzie, the flag pointing to the part of the script that showed your character had to kiss Loki and a look of 'contentment and relief' had to be visible on your face.

"Wait why? You've had kissing scenes before," Lizzie prodded, looking at the surrounding dialogue of the kiss.

"Yeah, I know, but those kisses were meant to be awkward and I had to be visibly uncomfortable, which is great because that's all I know how to be when a guy kisses me." You grimaced as memories of sloppy, teeth-knocking, way too rough kisses gone wrong began to flash through your mind like a train wreck slideshow.

"Oh sweetie…if you're worried that it's gonna be bad because Tom's going to make it uncomfortable, you got nothing to worry about," Scarlett commented with a chuckle. "Man's never had a bad kiss scene in his life. Ask Lizzie."

"Mmhmm. Yup. Can confirm," the redhead said with a playful grin on her face.

"Well that's all well and good but I'm not worried about him giving me a bad kiss. I'm worried that I will." You slumped your shoulders as they gave you doubtful looks. "Alright then let me put it this way. All the kisses I've had off camera are…fucking awful. On camera I can look past because it's supposed to be awkward and dorky and maybe even so cringe I wouldn't wanna watch it even if you paid me. But the guys I've kissed in private? Let's just say that the least traumatizing kiss I've had ended with my lip bleeding because the fucker bit me too hard."

"Babes, that's absolutely awful!" Lizzie looked at you with her jaw to the floor. "Are you telling us that every guy you've slept with is—"

"Fucking awful? Yep. They didn't have any redeeming qualities. And before you even ask, yes, that means that I have fucking faked it. For years. No one's ever got me to the promised land." You slumped in your chair from the admission. "So that's why I need help. I haven't the first idea how to even look like I'm content because every experience I've ever had is…subpar."

The two promised to help you until you three were called to set, imparting knowledge about imagining a wave of calm overtaking you coupled with the contradicting feeling of a wild fluttering in your stomach. Actions-wise, to pull him closer, as if you couldn't possibly be close enough, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. And the desperation that implied this was a last kiss, because ultimately it would be for your characters, considering the tragic death the Russo brothers had in mind for Loki.

It'd also be the first and last kiss you'd have with the man you'd had a raging crush on since years before you were even a blip on Marvel's radar, so you took all their advice to heart just to make sure that at the very least you didn't leave a horrible impression with him once this scene was over.

After all, you still had all of promo period to get through and considering that the Marketing team had already found your old socials from high school and had concrete evidence that you absolutely had a phase where you shamelessly fangirled over Tom Hiddleston, they would most likely test your sanity and pair you off with him for some, if not most, of the press junkets.

That was the whole reason you were currently in one of the dining tents, your head slumped down on a table as you watched a whole bunch of kissing scenes on YouTube while you furiously jotted down notes on the back of your script. Your scenes were finished for the day, and all you had to do was wait for someone in the costume department to assist you out of your costume. You retrieved your phone from security, meaning you were no longer allowed on any of the filming sets considering how careful all the execs were about spoilers getting out.

"Elizabeth told me I'd likely find you here." You jumped in your seat at the dulcet tone of Tom's voice filling the former quiet of the tent, quickly straightening your posture and turning your phone off, putting the face down on top of your notes. "Apologies. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, it's all good, really," you chuckled out, the nerves beginning to peek through in your shaky tone. It was borderline impossible keeping your composure around him considering that he'd been in a tight-fitting black muscle tee, the rest of him clad in his character's leather pants and boots, putting on egregious display what exactly Marvel had to edit out during post production of the first Thor movie. "What's up?" you squeaked out.

"Truly, nothing. I just wanted to tell you I look forward to filming with you tomorrow." He placed a hand on your shoulder, bared by the rather revealing nature of your Enchantress costume, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I'll see you tomorrow, darling. I'll see if I can get someone to assist you with your costume."

Your heart caught in your throat as you watched his eyes give you a once over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, before leaving the tent.

Here lies Y/N Y/L/N. Cause of death? Sanity and ability to breathe were stolen by Thomas William Hiddleston.

Knock Knock Knock

You looked up from your position on the couch, your neck and back straining from being hunched over and taking notes as you watched compilation after compilation of the "best tv and movie kisses" on YouTube. Every bit of preparation you could do for tomorrow's scene short of trolling through Tinder or Raya, you would willingly do.

After all, if you looked stupid in your hotel room practicing how to kiss on your hand but no one else was around to see it, did you actually look stupid?

Yes. The answer was yes.

"I didn't order room service!" you called out in the direction of the door and sending the mistaken server on his way, turning back to face the TV and somehow transpose in your mind that the actors in the scene were you and Tom, trying to plan out how to move your body the way theirs moved, to not lean in too much so that your teeth didn't knock together, and to not even think about any lip biting considering your own dreadful history--

Knock Knock Knock

You groaned at the insistent mistaken case of room service and turned off the TV, flipping your notes over so that in case they were of the nosy variety nothing could leak. The last thing you needed throughout production was Holland and Ruffalo greeting you tomorrow morning with open arms and goofy grins saying "One of us! One of us!"

"I'm sure you're mistaken, buddy, I didn't order any--"

You opened the door and realized it wasn't room service on the other side. It was Tom, looking at you with a soft amusement in his eyes, the mortification spreading through your system at the knowledge that he was seeing you clad in a loose cotton ruffle sleepwear dress that went down the length of your arms and fell to your knees.

The farthest cry from the allure of Amora. And yet the best possible representation of yourself in real life.

"O-Oh uhh…hi," you stammered, constantly shifting your posture in your attempt to seem casual. "What's up?"

You felt even more chagrined when those eyes that haunted your every dream since you were a teenager that was every bit the awkward dork that you were at this moment once again gave you a once over. Only this time the smirk graduated to him biting his lip. What is his deal? Is he really just trying to make me spontaneously combust? Burn off the final shred of sanity that I'm holding on to? Did he choose me as his use case for a scientific study to prove that death by swooning was most definitively a thing?

"Y/N I heard you earlier today with Scarlett and Elizabeth." Someone call the cemetery and have them erect my tombstone. "I didn't intend to, but I'd been walking by the area and--"

"Ohh fuck," you groaned, pressing your hands to your eyes and spinning in your spot trying calm your racing mind. "Look I'm really sorry maybe we could talk to Anthony and Joe and we could have them write the scene out comp--"

Your words caught in your throat in a hitched squeak as you felt his hands wrap around yours, pulling them away from your face. "Look at me, please." You opened your eyes and became stunned silent when you saw a tenderness in his as he framed your face in his hands. "I'm not here to ask you to talk to anyone about getting the scene written out."

"Then why--"

He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours, all the words beginning to melt away. What little knowledge you'd gotten seemed trivial now, as he coaxed you to kiss him back, as the world around you seemed to fade and a strange quiet washed over you. As you felt your entire body come alive with every tender brush of his lips against yours.

So this was what they meant.

He pulled away from you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist to keep you close, and the other hand gently cradling the back of your head. "I came here because you are a woman who deserves to be kissed breathless. Often. By someone who knows how." He gave you a soft smile before slanting his mouth over yours, tongue gently brushing along the parting of your lips as if asking for entrance.

It was as if your whole body weakened once you parted your lips and felt his tongue gently flicking against yours. His arm tightened around you as he lifted you up seemingly effortlessly and pinned you to the wall, his lips never once leaving yours.

When Tom broke the kiss you were both gasping for breath, the air once again leaving your body the moment his lips latched on to your neck, his hands roaming down your body until they hooked around the backs of your knees to wrap your legs around him. You had to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the resounding moan that escaped you the second his hips rolled into yours.

"No, darling," he groaned against your skin, one hand reaching up to wrap around yours and pry it away from your mouth. "I want to hear you." He moved away from your neck and brought his face inches from yours. "I also heard one more thing. A downright sacrilegious thing. About how you've had to fake your pleasure with everyone you've laid with."

He placed your hand on his shoulder, which you quickly hooked around his neck to hold yourself up as he lifted you away from the wall and walked further into the hotel room, making your mind spin with what he intended to do next. "So you heard that, too, huh?" was all you could say as you did your best to remember how to breathe.

"I did. And I wish to change that, too. If you'll let me."

You could only nod before his lips were back on yours again as he laid you down onto the bed.

A/N: I had to fade to black some of these stories if I wanted to meet deadlines, okay? 🤣

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Pairing : Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Summary : mostly Ace brain rot but I also got multiple request for him so I finally did it 😂

Warnings: strobe warning, 18+ , mature content, mature language, black fem reader, reader is ace personal fuck toy, use of devil fruit powers, riding, backshots, rough fucking 😭, branding/Marking , reader sorta kinda gets her feelings hurt

Were you a booty call? Maybe but what did that matter? No matter what time he gets home, he makes sure his night ends with you. That should mean something right?

Your mind wonders, Ace’s faint moans falling onto deaf ears as you space out in a trace watching yourself ride him in front of a mirror. Watching the way his dick disappears every time you bring your hips down, never fully grasping the fact that your tiny cunt can fit what he’s packing.

Rough grip on your hair, yanking your head back slightly you come back to reality, and you feel a stinging followed by a burning pain to your ass cheek. You whimper in pleasure, turning around to look at the smug look on his face.

“What did I tell you about keeping your attention on me?” Ace asks letting go of your hair and sitting up, pressing your back to his chest. “What’s been going on with you lately?” He asks softly while rubbing your now tender ass cheek.

You feel his dick twitch inside of you despite his genuine tone. Before you can respond - Effortlessly, he moves forward without taking his dick out of you, you, now placed on all fours.

You stare at his reflection in the mirror, he’s clearly getting off on the redness that stains your body in the shape of his handprint. Pulling out and admiring his artwork while rubbing the tip of his dick through your sloppy folds. You arch you back deeper hoping it’ll slip inside and finally give you the fullness you were craving - only for him to pull away with a chuckle, loving how desperate you appeared.

You squirm when, Softly he begins running his warmer than normal hands up your thighs and over your ass, down your back until he reached the center - staying there for a while. You turn your head to the side to glance at him, his weight slowly pushing you further into the mattress; as if he knew you were about to say something, he rams his length into you, balls roughly slapping your clit.

The wet, sticky noises of him stroking into your walls like a dog in head clashed and melted with the sound of his balls slapping your cliff and your almost in audible moans and whimpers. The weight on your back has you stuck in place, not that you wanted to move, this position was perfect. Ace’s thick dick poked and prodded at every sensitive spot hidden in your walls.

“Come on let it out” he grunts feeling your walls clamping around him.

“I- can’t ” you cry between broke moans. Just as you suck in a breath, the weight of him is gone. Dick snatched out of you like it was never there in the first place and your own juice dripping down your legs - collapsing on the bed as if your body was limp

“But you did” you hear him say from behind you as he grabs your ankle to flip you over and pull you to the edge of the bed. “Don’t ever tell me you can cut for me… that hurts my feelings” he says feigning hurt with a hand over his chest.

You chuckle a little and yelp in shock feeling your legs being bought over his shoulders as your body sliding to where your hips me at the edge. Ace chuckles, slapping his dick on your sloppy cunt - looking down while teasing you, only entering you a little before pulling out.

“Ace ..” you plead. He stops his teasing to look up at you with just the smallest bit of concern. You smirk wiggling your hips to get move of him in you, where he belongs. Biting his lip, Ace slowly sinks himself into you feeling your legs quiver on his shoulders. So, he continues, slowly stroking in and out of you watching your mouth hang open and cunt cream around him.

“Sorry babe” he whispers lowly before dropping your legs to his forearms and leaning forward enough to wrap both hands around your neck. You whimper while his hips begin slamming into you. Little by little his hands get warmer around your neck, grip getting tighter as he’s rough pulling your body down to meet his. The sheets under you become wet, you feel like it’s getting harder to breathe, but you hold out because it’s him, because it feels good - because he’s the only one to make you feel like this.

Your eyes roll back, and you’re know heavily breathing through your nose as well as you can, wanting to scream out in both pleasure and pain from the heat of his hands burning the skin of your neck more than it ever has. Every slam of your body meeting his makes your cunt gush, Ace’s moans nearly inaudible. He’s so close you can feel his dick twitching inside you.

Quickly he pulls out, hands still around your neck. Wet dick laying across your pelvis as cum shoots out. Still rocking his hips letting out satisfactory moans. His Hands loosen up and he’s letting your legs go, leaning in over you, you closed you eyes- flinching when his hands softly graze your neck to examine the burn he’s left with a soft apology.

Pushing himself up, you hear the similar buckle to his belt as he gets dressed. You don’t even bother to watch opting to close your eyes pretending to sleep. You’ll clean up when he leaves. Minutes pass and you feel a damp rag on your skin, cleaning you up. He then kisses your cheek, you count the second until your front door slams and scream into your pillow. You embarrassed yourself thinking he was going to kiss you. But worse of all, it was another late night that he rather leave than stay.

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New cycle

Part:1 (??)

Small edit: decide to update the story once a month about mid-end of the month to be exact. Maybe i will sprinkle 2 chapters per month as a treat if i feel like it :)

I really really tried to not do a fanfic because I'm terrible at finishing shit i started. But damn bro i want some slow burn-ish comfort-ish fanfic where reader is autistic coded and them pulling a bad bitch (Soundwave and maybe shockwave) by being autistic.

Bc like, there are no fics i found who have an autistic coded reader?? And that's a fucking crime. Especially when their with the king of autism,Soundwave, who clearly got some sort of Cybertronian Version of it. /hj

This story is probably going to be darker. Dealing with mental health issues and unhealthy obsession(??). Maybe gonna have some smut later on but idk

I will try to not make the reader x Soundwave Stockholm syndrome-y because i want a happy consensual relationship. I still try to figure out how i will make it from here to there but, eh we will see, i have a plan just don't know how to execute it right.

I procrastinate a lot so i don't even know how far I will go. No promises!

Also like i am really insecure about my writing because i know i tend to write sloppy sentences that derail a lot but i hope you all still can enjoy it :))

reader is gender neutral ❤️ (and human)

Tw for this chapter: clear signs of mental health issues, trauma flashback, mention of puke and eating disorder (not related) Panic attack/ autistic meltdown and blacking out.

Also English is not my first language so please keep it in mind. Thank you :))

Today was the day you told yourself, "Today I will go outside," you said, yet you have been standing in front of the door of the hallway for almost two hours. Your shoes and socks feel like they have creeped into your skin, the t-shirt you wore feels itchy and heavy, and your hair that slipped into your collar makes you almost lose your mind.

The sun that shone inside your dark room was slowly going down, a slight red and pink already weaving itself into the sky. But there were still a lot of people outside; you could hear them talking even though your windows were sealed shut.

Everything around you appears to be too much: the way you can hear your own pulse in your ears; the way your bones feel inside your gross, soft, meaty body;the lingering smell of the food you cooked two days ago; and your eyes strained from the light.

You felt like crying. Yet again, you didn't go outside. Yet again, your fear  whatever imaginary threat might be waiting for you in the overstimulation of the outer world. It was just too much for you, to the point that the thought alone almost made you have a meltdown.

But you promised yourself to go outside, at least to the ice cream shop a few blocks away. You heard the ice cream they had was really good, so you wanted to take a look. It's not that far away, you think to yourself, about a 15-minute walk. But these few minutes were still too much. Hell, that you even stood in front of the hallway door was a miracle all by itself. Hot tears begin to form and roll down your cheeks. How long have you been isolating yourself now? Almost a whole year, a whole year with barely any human interaction, a whole year you almost slept through, a whole year of nothing. Just your white fall and the music coming from your headphones. Your body, with its physical needs, feels at this point more like a burden than anything else.

It's not the first time this has happened, and it makes you feel like shit. You are wasting your life in your home, which has become more of a prison, but this prison is the only thing that feels somewhat safe. A place that makes you feel in control, where nothing changes without your permission. It's the only thing that gives you a tiny bit of comfort.

" It's alright, you're doing great! Don't be so hard on yourself! "

The voice of a past friend echoed inside your brain. But even those motivating words of affirmation they always spoke out didn't help you. You still feel like a failure. You don't have a job; you live off of your guardian's money and have lost all contact with the few friends you have. You didn't finish high school due to massive stress and mental health issues. Hell, you didn't even manage to make friends after losing your older one, or even talk to your neighbor next door once. They probably think you died here. It doesn't help that you leave the dirty dishes to soak for weeks because you don't have enough energy to clean them up. So it sometimes smells like a rat died in there.

What you would rather do is sleep some more. At least your dreams give you a beautiful world full of adventures where everything is right and you do not need to fear anything. where everything is perfect and you don't have to worry about a thing. Living in a small cottage somewhere far away but still close enough to your imaginary friends. With a pretty garden and colorful birds greeting you every morning, while big,strong,warm arms are wrapped protectively around you by your dream lover. But every time you wake up, you get an ugly reminder of how grey and full of disappointment your life is.

Another hour has passed, and the ice cream shop is most likely closed now. Only the small market that is a bit further away should still be open. They too got some good snacks, but honestly, even food can't motivate you anymore. You're so aware of how it feels on your tongue and slides down your throat that just thinking about it makes you gag. The presence of it already makes you feel ill and icky. You wish you didn't have to drink or eat, but you know it's not good.

Oh, you know so much, yet you do the exact opposite of what said knowledge actually tells you.

The sun has almost vanished at this point. Most people are inside, the street lights are on, and only the sounds of the few leaves that are still on the trees can be heard. You would go out now if you weren't terribly scared of the dark. But as your brain made you imagine how the cool winter night would taste on the tip of your tongue, you couldn't resist anymore. Especially with the way the snow makes this funny, crisp noise. Your hand takes the door handle and slowly moves it down. You take your first step and the cool air already strikes your face with such an intensity you haven't felt in ages.

It made you remember those days when you were a child and you ran around for hours making snow angels.

The steps under your feet made a satisfying crunching noise, and you had to control yourself to not flap your hands around in excitement. Carefully, you close the door and lock it. You look up as you walk further down the street, not having a destination, or rather forgetting it, the gorgeous night sky making you forget your worries. How clear it was and how bright the stars shone. And not a person around to ruin this moment. The sudden feeling of long-lost childhood memories crashing into your brain caused you to make tiny bunny hops, excitedly giggling.

A flashback at this moment in time was one of the last things you wanted right now, but yet, you zoned out.

Memories flooded your mind; some were pleasant, but others quickly turned bitter as they became contaminated with other things. Everything around you is barely existent anymore. You only have in front of your eyes how you cried out as a small child, freezing, calling out for your parents but nobody answering. Sniffling, rubbing your tiny red hands together in hopes of getting warm; clothes way too thin and soaking wet because you walked over some ice that couldn't hold your weight.

You were so deep in thought you didn't hear how an aircraft came dangerously close to you or how the rumbling of a semi truck came speeding towards your frozen form.

You got ripped out of your thoughts, which also happened to your body, as something grabbed you from the sidewalk. Everything happened so fast. Your brain  trying to process whatever just happened, coming back from whatever deep dark depths it stayed in.

Your vision is too blurry due to tears that formed without your realization.

You only hear loud screeching and rumbling from an engine. A deep voice that made your very core shake called out, but you couldn't make out what it said. Your wide eyes looked up to see what was holding you.

The tears were rubbed away by the sleeves to make it clearer. You couldn't believe what you saw; a man made out of metal who had a few body parts that reminded you of a heavy and big truck. And close to them was another humanoid machine with wings. It all looked like a bad action movie.

The loud crashing noises of metal trashing against each other hurt your brain; their echo lingers way too long for comfort. How do the people from your small town not get alerted by all the noise?

You heard another strange noise near by, and then a blue, much smaller mech joined in. They jump up high, kicking whatever live form that was in front of you on the head, knocking it down. It tried to stand back up, but the blue machine gave it a brutal beat down, scratching its purple paint clean off of its chest.

But the sudden fight stopped without warning.

The bigger one who held you is running away and making this strange noise you heard earlier. Everything around you began to shake, and you blacked out for a second. You wish you could remember exactly what happened, but the way you hit metal with your head was too strong. The holes filling your memory spread like a plague, and the longer you try to think about it, the more it vanishes, like some type of maggot devouring it like it's their last meal.

But you soon come fully into your senses. As you realized your surroundings didn't look familiar, you panicked, opening your mouth trying to scream, but nothing came out.

"Ti--ou-t,"

A voice called out, but your ears were still ringing loudly due to the collision earlier.

"What?" you whisper back to whatever voice was trying to free you from your fearful frenzy. As you move nervously around trying to open the door,

"Tiny-uman-ou-ar-ight,"

You look at the steering wheel in confusion. What is happening? This can't be real! Where does the voice come from? Oh, please let this be a bad dream! I knew I should've stayed inside!! The thought of just taking this magically moving steering wheel came to mind as the pulling on the door became more intense. But, you can't drive, so your cramped up fingers didn't even dare to touch it.

"Are you okay, tiny human?"

The voice, finally now clear, was deep and smooth, like thick honey. It would have been comforting in any other scenario.

You want to ask who is there and what they are, but your body fails you. After an awkward silence, the voice spoke again.

"You are probably very confused and scared. My apologies to humans. My name is Optimus Prime, and we "

"Optimus? I-,,, are-,,,is-? truck?"

You clumsily said,

"Indeed, as I wanted to explain, we saved you from an attack by the Desepticons. My partner Arcee is still fighting off their Vehicon in order for us to escape safely. "

You just looked in disbelief at the speaking machine. At least, that's what you believe based on Optimus' reaction.

"I'm deeply sorry for this situation, but I can assure you that you are safe now and have nothing to fear. Me and my team will take you under our protection. "

" Can I-can I go home then? I'm sure whatever attacked is surely gone, right? "

You say, with a nervous smile, sweat building up on your forehead, your body all of a sudden feeling very hot.

" For whatever reason yet to be explained, the Desepticons found out where you live, and for whatever reason yet to be explained, they are fixated on you. That's why they tried to kidnap you."

"Kidnap!! No, this can't be happening. Surely you're just joking. Surely this is all just a terrific nightmare! "

You feel as if your heart has sunk to the bottom of the earth. Breathing has become more erratic.

" I'm sorry, tiny human, but it isn't. In order to insure your safety, you have to stay with us until we find another safe hideout for you. "

You just stayed silent and leaned back into the seat, still not believing what had just occurred. You looked outside; nothing but rocks and hills, going further and further away from your home. It's dark and the big sky now feels not as pretty and comforting as before. The wide and empty steppe made you feel tiny and vulnerable.

Bright lights appeared from your side of the window. A blue bike without a driver soon joined in.

"Are they all right, Optimus?"

They asked, their voices soft yet stern and serious.

"Yes, but they seem to be under shock. I already did an intercom with Ratchet to check their vitals".

You sobbed quietly, not wanting them to hear you. Hands flexing and soon balling into fists hit your thighs gently, desperately trying to regulate your emotions. But you can feel how a panic attack and meltdown crawl up your rips, holding your heart with its disgustingly cold, frost-bitten giving hands. It is clawing at it like some sort of toy that it wants to break. And soon, this toy popped.

Your head is spinning, your breathing has no rhythm, and the bit of food you had is coming back up with some stomach acid. No, this is something you can't get out of. The more gentle-ish hitting became violent. Your body begins to sway back and forth. You started to claw at your jacket, trying to rip it away from your body. Everything feels way too hot and sticky. Your nails are digging into your skin, giving it an ugly red line. Tears and snot form. Puke spills little by little from your lips as the erratic movements become violent.

Until your brain couldn't handle it anymore and pulled the plug. Your body thumped itself one more time against the leather seat. Your hands were hitting your head and clawing at your hair for the last time, until everything went black.

You hate the feeling of falling unconscious; it's weirdly light, like when you sit on an airplane and it starts to fly off, just instead of it flying straight up, it goes in circles.

You desperately want to wake up in your cozy bed, with your headphones next to you, playing your comfort playlist to help you fall asleep. But it won't. Something inside of you knows that nothing will be the same. A part of you is happy that this disfigured devil cycle has been broken; another is very, very scared. You are uncertain about your wellbeing and do not know what will come next for you.

And having to hide from whatever those things are, those ginormous, sentient metal beings who, for whatever reason, have it out for you?

What did you even do that peaked their interest? Did you make them angry? You'd hoped not.

[fereldanwench]

9, 13, 23 for them <3

Thank you, my love! 💙

9. Are they a "we" couple?

I have some biases with this one, because my actual husband does the "we" thing and sometimes it annoys me, haha. Like he'll say "We started our garden," and I'm like who's this "we" you're talking about? I started the garden. You just water the plants sometimes.

Goro and Valerie do think of themselves as equal partners and as a team, and I think there are times when they will talk about each other as a unit because it does just make sense in some contexts. But I don't think they'd be overly obnoxious or presumptuous about it.

13. How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

Generally, yes, they're very in tune with what makes each other feel loved and appreciated. But they're both very big on providing acts of service, which can sometimes lead to them butting heads a little bit if one is like "Let me take care of you!" and the other is like "I don't need you to take care of me--Let me take care of you!" Usually, they resolve this by having mind-blowing sex.

23. What was their first impression of each other?

Technically, Valerie's first impression of Goro was "Fuck, he's going to find us and kill us, fuckfuckfuckfuck," and Goro's first impression of Valerie was "This is the half-dead, smelly idiot who can confirm my suspicions about Yorinobu?"

But I tend to view their meeting at Tom's Diner as being their proper chance to make first impressions. (You know that saying "you only get one chance to make a first impression"? Turns out head trauma and fighting for your life can give you a second chance, haha.)

And to that end, Valerie's first impression of Goro is that he's dressed and groomed way too nicely for a hole-in-the-wall in Watson, and he sticks out like a sore thumb. She's hyper-vigilant while they're in Tom's Diner, keeping an eye out for anyone who might assume he'd be an easy mark for a mugging based on his expensive clothes alone. She also notices he's very handsome, but it's mostly a superficial observation, not full-blown attraction just yet.

As they talk about their shared interests regarding the Relic, finding Hellman or Parker, etc., Valerie senses that he's sincere and trustworthy, if not a little overly enthusiastic. However, she generally frowns on revenge missions and isn't eager to get entangled in Arasaka family drama, so she's not sure he's her ticket to getting the Relic out of her head. She's also not entirely confident that he can honor the promises he's making--She believes he believes he can, but she knows too much about Arasaka's inner workings to be easily swayed.

As for Goro on Valerie: she's still not in the best physical shape when they meet up--She's got a fresh cut on her forehead from Johnny's midnight assault--and although she's showered (and smells good!), she's just in a wrinkled t-shirt and ripped jeans that make her look a little sloppy. But Valerie doesn't shy away from eye contact, and he subconsciously finds her dark, expressive eyes very magnetic and disarming. Like Hanako will say later: Valerie does have an "honest face" that tends to put people at ease.

While they're talking about their course of action if they work together, Goro gets a flicker of hope that maybe Valerie isn't the incompetent criminal he assumed she would be: she's affable but shrewd while answering his questions, not being deliberately obtuse but also obviously navigating the conversation carefully. She's still far from his first choice for an ally in his quest for retribution, but he leaves the meeting a little less desperate.

[couple questions]

[shirogane-oushirou]

🩷,💌, and 🎁 for the emoji asks? :D

tysm caitie for the ask!!! ☺✨💕

gonna go for a change of pace and talk about my main man oushirou, my beloved freak of almost 15 years. gives him a little kissy. mwah.

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

the desire to seem non-threatening is what got him to start experimenting with things like his looks and his weird-funny-guy personality... then he crossdressed for the Funnies once and realized it was fun, actually... then he started being a little more flamboyant because it came naturally to him... and this was all in the gender-rigid environment of the all-boys-except-tsukiko seigetsu academy.

so as soon as he graduates to go to college, get an internship, enter the journalism field, travel all over the world... he realizes how even HIS view of the limits of expression are... well... limited. he feels more free to try new things, wear bold patterns, paint his nails, do his hair in even more interesting styles. as he learns new languages he also learns all new ways to describe gender and expression and sexuality. in the end, he realizes doesn't really need defined labels; he's simply oushirou, and he's going to look beautiful and handsome and charming and sexy and flirty for anyone and everyone who's willing to give him their time.

when he shows up at the 10 year seigetsu reunion, wearing a zebra stripe suit with polkadot tie, red aviators, black nails, and an intricately styled hair-do, it catches everyone a little off guard... but they quickly lean into the bold changes when they see just how much more comfortable and self-assured he seems.

(tl;dr: i hc him as genderqueer and pansexual lol. and he has a VERY nonbiney fashion sense ksjnkjnsf which is canon but like. they didn't INTEND for it to be typical nonbinary fashion, they just wanted him to be a little weirdo man. no, sorry, i'm The Oushirou Guy (tm) and i declare he's Gender.)

💌 for a snippet of a conversation we had.

(ngl i'm extremely brain empty, so i'm actually going repurpose and rewrite part of a prompt i did in... uh... 2012????? jfc i'm a selfshipping grandpa.)

“Kehe! What, are you afraid to show a bit of leg, sweetheart? You know I’ve already seen them before right?”

The door closes, and the red-head strides over to the bed and, with a grunt, plops himself down where Ro’s feet end under the covers.

“Doesn’t mean you just get to see 'em for free, you know! B'sides, if I ran around half-naked all the time I don't think it'd stay entertaining for long.”

“Oh, you doubt the power of a true pervert? Kuhihi~”

He begins to move, and Ro closes their eyes and tenses, preparing for the usual onslaught of wriggling fingers and wet, sloppy, gross kisses...

The weight on the bed shifts, and two warm arms wrap around their waist.

A quick kiss at the corner of their eye.

“…Did you get a lot of work done?”

Their shoulders relax, and a sigh escapes them as they look up into his face, much closer now than it was before. “Enough…I guess. It’s hard to say at this point.” The work of a freelancer is never done, after all.

“So then,” his hands slowly, gently travel up and down their arms, “how about a nice, relaxing, eight-to-ten-hour sleep break with me, hmm?” He moves his head to the crook of their neck, nuzzling into it. Ro brings one hand to his long hair and begins running their fingers through, the other rubbing his shoulders and back. “Just you, me, and this big ol’ comfy bed. Ah, and your pants-less legs, of course~!” He grins against their neck.

“As long as you don’t look at them, mister.”

“Oh c'mooooon, don’t pull the ‘mister’ thing on me right before bed! It makes me feel so oooold and formal. You’re so mean, sir.” He looks up from his comfortable neck-crook long enough to wipe a fake tear from his eye and pout at their serious face.

A few seconds pass, the two staring intensely at each other, before Ro huffs and breaks into a small smile. They lean forward and give Oushirou a light peck on the lips, and as they lean back to lie on the bed, his lips eagerly follow theirs, wanting more.

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

he travels all the time, all over the world, so he tries to bring back little trinkets from all of the places he's been. just tiny painted keepsakes. i keep them displayed on a shelf as a reminder of just how much he's been able to do, how far he's been able to go, and how many people he's met.

and while bringing back cooked food with him would be... difficult, he does sometimes bring back interesting recipes from those who are willing to share. when we meet up again, he buys some ingredients, borrows the kitchen, and cooks something to allow me to experience a small taste of the places he went to.

[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

Images made using, this, this, and this Picrew. Just a heads up, this post is looooong. And for the purposes of Alice’s story, the events of the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles take place between November 1898 and November 1899. This does throw off certain historical events and such but that would have been the case even if placing the games anywhere from a couple years later to a couple years earlier soooooo yeah. Also Herlock Sholmes is Sherlock Holmes and Wilson is Watson but I otherwise use English localized names/spellings.

Lady Alice van Zieks

Also known as: Alice Rask (maiden name), Doctor Van Zieks

Age: 27 (At the start of Great Ace Attorney Adventures/DGS1)

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her Pronouns)

Sexuality: Demisexual (Biromantic??? ???)

Neurotype: Autistic

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Irish, British, and Danish descent)

Nationality: American (by birth), British (by marriage)

Languages Spoken: English, Japanese, Irish

Occupation: Noblewoman, Student (at start of DGS1), Coroner (After Case 4 of DGS1) 

Height: 5′0″

Build: Petite

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Dirty Blonde, Long and usually tied in a crown braid (Picrews didn’t quite have what I was going for so got as close as I could)

Complexion: Rosy

Other Physical Characteristics:  Myopia (Wears glasses), Ambidextrous (is naturally left handed but was taught to use her right hand)

Hobbies: Sketching, Nature Walks (+Foraging), Reading (Especially horror and nonfiction, especially pertaining to science and law), Cooking and Preserving Food (Canning/Pickling)

Likes: Science (especially Pathology+Medicine), Art, Nature, Animals, Food

Dislikes: Small Talk, Overly Crowded Spaces, Humidity (EVIIIIIL), Mosquitoes (EVIIIIIILLLLL), Porcelain Dolls (she doesn’t mind/likes other kinds of dolls though)

Relatives (non-canon characters): Dr. Simon Rask (Father), Nora Rask (Mother), Vester Rask (Paternal Uncle), Elizabeth Rask (Paternal Aunt by Marriage), Orla McBride (Maternal Grandmother)

Friends/Associates (Non-canon characters): Agnes Ward (friend - husband is William, and has fraternal twins Pavise (boy) and Aegis (girl)), Operton Nox (Mentor/Professor from the University of London)

Personality: Alice is a very intelligent, thoughtful, and passionate individual. She believes in truth, compassion, and following her principles, even if they put her at odds with common social convention. Generally speaking, she is thoroughly loyal to the people she cares about, but can find herself backing away from someone if she feels they have betrayed her emotionally, finding herself on guard constantly and even aggressive with such a person. Alice is meticulous and very detail oriented, even to the point of being a perfectionist at times that agonizes over the little things. She has a tendency to overthink situations and is prone to anxiety as a result. In spite of being a very practical and logical person on principle, Alice is a person with very strong emotions that she doesn’t have the easiest time understanding let alone dealing with those emotions.

She is kind and always willing to help her friends, even going considerably out of her way for them. This is both a strength and a detriment, as she can sometimes overextend herself as a result.

Pre-Canon Backstory:

Alice was born in 1871 to Dr. Simon Rask and his wife, Nora in the New England area of the United States. Alice had a relatively comfortable and peaceful childhood, if a bit unconventional at times. Her father was a Professor of Forensic Pathology at Brighthart University, and made good money from his work. But, while he was known for his insights in the field, he was also known for being a bit of an eccentric and a rather radical mind for his day and age. And he imparted a good deal of that to his only daughter. What he also seemed to pass onto her was a fascination with death and the stories of the dead, as well as an intense love of science and the beauty of the natural world.

As such, even from an early age, Alice was interested in following in her father’s footsteps to pursue a path in the field of Forensic Pathology and perhaps even one day become a Coroner. Her father was very encouraging of this, and tried to be a steady and guiding hand. She also developed an interest and made a hobby out of sketching scenery, including depictions of specimens her father was examining (or sometimes, that she examined herself). Alice would eventually develop an extremely reverent approach to autopsy work, the body of the deceased as something one took great care with. It was through their remains that the dead told their story, and it was up to her to see that their story was told as fully and accurately as possible. At age 16, she was permitted to begin more formalized training, starting her University career under the watchful eye of her father.

Her mother didn’t mind her interest in the field, but was very firm about Alice’s safety being ensured. She didn’t want Alice to end up sick or dead herself because she didn’t handle herself properly. Although, her mother always had a tendency towards being protective of her in general. This was in large part due to her mother’s experience as an Irish immigrant to America, not just with the prejudice she faced, but having to flea her homeland to escape The Great Hunger that was sweeping through Ireland and claiming the lives of the Irish in droves. Nora (Alice’s mother) managed to escape with her mother to America, but had to leave much of her family behind, many of whom succumbed to starvation as a result of the Great Hunger, or met other ill fates as a result of Anti-Irish sentiment when they tried their luck in Great Britain. Alice never went hungry, and her mother always feared her getting hurt from disease or because of prejudice.

When she was 18, her father was given a special grant to do some research in Great Britain, and she and her parents moved there for the time. Her mother wasn’t particularly happy about the arrangement, but her father tried to reassure them both about the experience. After all, they wouldn’t be among complete strangers while there. In fact, Alice and her family would be living with her father’s older Brother, her Uncle Vester Rask, and his wife Elizabeth. Vester had moved to Britain some time ago, partnering with a British friend he met in university in a business venture that met with notable success - Rask & Moore, a well-regarded ship building company.

She initially continued her studies, this time at the University of London under Professor Operton Nox. But then, her Uncle approached her family with a proposition of sorts. Vester and Elizabeth had no children, and lacked an heir to their estate as a result. They proposed to the family that they could name Alice their heir. But, they asked in return that Alice help them grow their influence among London’s Elite. It became clear rather quickly that they wanted their niece as a pawn to marry off to someone of great standing in British society, ideally a British aristocrat.

Alice’s mother found the idea terrifying, especially because Anti-Irish sentiment existed especially strongly among Britain’s upper class. As soon as anyone found out Alice was half-Irish, she’d be rejected and met with scorn. Her father was more torn. On the one hand, marrying into English nobility would almost certainly ensure that Alice would be well provided for in the future. But depending on who she married, she might have to give up on her dreams, and he wasn’t so keen on that. Alice’s own sentiment was similar to her father’s.

Vester tried to assure everyone he would ensure his niece’s interests and concerns would be top priority. There were plenty of eligible nobleman on the marriage mart for next London Season, and surely they could find someone with the ideal power or connections her Uncle wanted that would also give Alice the freedom she desired.

Alice continued to have reservations about the whole affair, but eventually was persuaded enough to accept, and as a result, her father consented to the proceedings. Alice’s mother reluctantly accepted as well, but warned Alice she should be careful around members of the English gentry. So, for the next year, Alice would be preparing for her London season, and temporarily had to reduce and eventually suspend pursuit of her studies, much to her chagrin.

At 19, she was introduced as a Debutante to London society, and she hated it. The Gossip, the restrictive social rules. And eyes were on her, being a newcomer from outside of Britain who was from new money. Some were wary of her and turned their heads, but she also garnered quite a lot of interest. She was beautiful, and her Uncle’s wealth was certainly attractive to members of London’s elite. And Alice found the interest in her more than a bit overwhelming, and above all, exhausting.

One night, she attended a party with her Aunt and Uncle at the home of Lord Harlan and Lady Ada Harebrayne. She enjoyed speaking with the Lord and Lady of the House and they seemed amiable enough, but she was otherwise just sort of bearing with things and going through the motions. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a looming figure in the corner of the room. A young man- much taller than she’d ever seen in her life, by himself, quietly away from the rest of the crowd. She found herself curious, and asked her aunt who he was and if she could be introduced to him.

Her Aunt and Uncle looked at her nervously before they told her the man was Lord Barok van Zieks, a member of a generally respected noble family who served as a Prosecuting Attorney in London. Lady Ada Harebrayne guessed that he was more than likely away from the other’s because he was disappointed at not meeting a friend he was expecting to. Lord van Zieks was a friend of her oldest son, Albert Harebrayne, who was currently doing work abroad in Germany. He was supposed to return to London briefly but had to stay behind at the last minute.

Alice felt for his situation and asked if maybe he would be amenable to conversation. Ada wasn’t sure, but perhaps if she and Alice’s Aunt Elizabeth together introduced Alice and Lord van Zieks to each other, perhaps he might. Elizabeth was reluctant, because Lord van Zieks had something of a dark reputation. Ada tried to assure Elizabeth that there would be no harm introducing them, and Elizabeth reluctantly agreed.

Barok was surprised to be approached, but more so, he was surprised by Alice’s warmth and genuine engagement with him. He wasn’t the sort to trust many people these days, and yet... here was someone that from what he could tell lacked an ulterior motive beyond genuine interest. They spoke a little about his friend Albert and about his scientific work which branched into other topics, and before they knew it they were having a fairly lively conversation. Eventually, they would part ways, but they both left a marked impression on one another. Alice was taken in by his quiet and thoughtful air and dry wit, and he by her insightful observation and genuine nature.

They would eventually seek each other out when attending the same social functions, finding each other’s company preferable to that of the others around them. And before long, the two of them became friends.

Alice eventually learned of Lord van Zieks’ fearful reputation as ‘The Reaper of the Bailey’ and the mysterious deaths that seemed to occur whenever someone he faced in court was found innocent. Alice wasn’t the sort to readily believe in the occult, so she wasn’t taken in at all by the idea he was ‘cursed’. She did worry at first that he was killing off defendants in an act of revenge, but found out later that it wasn’t possible. Getting to know him better, it also seemed unlikely he would do such a thing. But, he seemed content with other people believing what they would, and the fact he also seemed to be the target of revenge himself. She was worried about him, and tried to look out for him in ways she knew how.

At one point, when he was attacked, her managed to suffer an injury to his face which she tried her best to tending to while making sure he got help (and this is how Barok got his face scar).

Her Uncle Vester noticed their budding accord, and saw an opportunity. If his niece married Lord van Zieks, not only would she marry into a powerful noble family, her husband’s reputation could serve her uncle’s interest by warding off any would be enemies. So, he put pressure on Alice to try to ensnare Lord van Zieks romantically.

Alice initially rebuffed him, wanting to make her own choices and not take advantage of her new friend. But that didn’t mean she was immune to the pressure. She appeased her Uncle somewhat by seeking out Lord van Zieks more actively and continuing to grow their friendship. She didn’t mind that part so much - she genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. And eventually the two of them became close enough that they could regard one another as Best Friends even. She trusted him completely - he was hard-working, high-minded, and sincere. She didn’t fall in love with him, but she found herself attracted to him, to the possibility of the relationship becoming something else. She’d never been in love with anyone. But could she be? Could she develop such feelings for her friend? She was willing to find out.

But something else was happening as well. Barok grew very attached to Alice, being one of the first people he trusted in quite some time. She was caring, honest, intelligent. He couldn’t help himself when he eventually found himself falling for her. He wanted to be with her as much as possible. But, he had to be careful, as he might very well be placing a target on her back if he pursued her romantically in earnest. So he very thoughtfully, very carefully conducted himself when he began to court her purposefully.

Eventually, Van Zieks proposed to her. But, he warned her that if she was to accept his proposal, she would need to learn how to defend herself. He could protect her to a point, but he wouldn’t always be around. So, he would teach her, and make sure she had whatever other people or materials she needed to achieve sufficient skill to protect her own life. Alice told him she would do what she needed to do, and that she trusted him as she trusted no one else. He was satisfied with that answer. And so, the two married (at the ages of 20 for Alice and 25 for Barok, respectively), and Alice became Lady Alice van Zieks. Her husband worked hard to keep her out of the limelight, but he couldn’t stop gossip about the new ‘Bride of the Reaper’ from circulating around London.

Van Zieks was supportive of his wife’s education in the beginning, and she resumed her studies while also learning the ins and outs of being the lady of the Van Zieks family. During the course of her studies, she became acquainted with the detective Sherlock Holmes, who one day requested a favor of her. There was a young girl in his care who was quite brilliant, so much so that she was pursuing a medical degree at a tender age. He asked that, if Alice had time, that she spend time with this girl and maybe be her tutor or even simply a study partner. She initially thought the girl to be Holmes’ daughter the way he talked about her, but that apparently wasn’t the case. She was more of his ward, he said. Curious, she thought. She agreed, and thus became acquainted with and befriended Iris Watson. The two became fast friends, even seeing one another as family. (Iris even began to refer to Alice as ‘Auntie.’) She also became friends with Holmes as a result of her visits with Iris.

 Unfortunately due to his work, Barok was absent quite a bit in the first year or two of their marriage (barring the first month after the wedding). But he tried very much to make up for it by spending what time he could with her. He was nothing if not a gentleman, as well as a devoted husband, and quite affectionate towards his wife in private. They never managed to have any children together, though not for lack of trying. Alice felt her attraction to him grew, like the beginnings of what could become romantic love were taking root. But was it the beginnings of romantic love, or intense lustful desire mixed with her strong emotional attachment to him (as her best friend)? It was hard to tell.

Alice did eventually attend some of Barok’s trials (hidden from view for her own safety), and was shocked at his behavior in some of them. Drinking in a court of law? Throwing bottles of wine into the public gallery at times? This behavior troubled her greatly. Surely losing his temper in such a manner was no good, especially in such a professional setting. But he also seemed consistent in his dogged pursuit of the truth, even at the expense of his own case at times. Something she admired greatly. She was left unsure of how to feel about it all. This would be the beginning of Alice’s trust and confidence in him starting to erode, but only below the surface.

During the third year of their marriage, Barok retired from his law career and took Alice to their country estate. He wanted to stop the deaths that were occurring as a result of his ‘curse’, and wanted to better protect that which he held dear to him. However, around this time, he also grew more increasingly paranoid about Alice’s safety. As she advanced in her study of Forensic Pathology, she began to consider taking a position with Scotland Yard, especially since it was rumored they already had a female coroner on staff. Surely they would accept more into their ranks in the future?

Barok refused to let her do this. She could continue her studies, but he didn’t want her working in Scotland Yard. However, he was faced with a problem. If he told her it was for her own protection, she would dismiss him and insist she would be fine. So what he told her instead was that he needed her at home, in her capacity as Lady van Zieks. Lord van Zieks typically wasn’t the sort to manipulate the truth or deceive for his ends, and he would eternally regret his actions in that particular moment. He knew it wasn’t right. But, in the heat of the moment, he desperately wanted to say anything he could to get Alice to back off from the idea. Either his enemies would try to hurt her, or Scotland Yard and the judiciary would try to eat her alive. He couldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow the world to take someone else from him after what happened to his brother, Klint (though at the time he didn’t tell her this, and he would deeply regret that as well).

Alice did back off, but she felt betrayed by what seemed to her like a sudden reversal of principles on his part. She would grow resentful as a result of this, and this was the beginning of genuine conflict between the two of them. Her trust in him eroded further. Barok was no fool, and could see the effect it had, and tried to repair the damage, but short of reversing course, it seemed his efforts could only do so much.

Things really turned south when Alice received news that her Father was invited to Japan by an old friend to take a Professorship at a University there, and her parents would be moving there. Barok let slip a comment on the situation that alarmed Alice, and through an emotionally tense and fraught discussion (that turned into an argument), Alice learned of her husband’s racism towards Japanese people. Barok’s attitude towards them reminded her of the Anti-Irish sentiment she had heard of from her mother and what she’d seen in Britain. She knew the harm that sort of thing could do. She hadn’t yet told him of her Irish heritage, but she had reason to suspect he’d pieced it together. What he thought of it, she didn’t know. And that put her on edge. If he was prejudiced against Japanese people, what other bigotry could he also hold that she didn’t know of? She argued with him, saying it was unfair and illogical of him to generalize an entire group of people as he did and talk about them as if they were all terrible and less than anyone else. Deep down, Barok knew she wasn’t wrong about that. But he let his emotions get the better of him, and snapped, told her that she was being naive and that there was a lot she didn’t yet know or understand. He was speaking about the parts of his past he’d yet to reveal to her when he said that last part. But she took it merely as an extension of his insult to her, that she was naive. And that was when their marriage truly began to break down.

They found themselves increasingly at odds with one another, and prone to arguments. And her trust in him eroded further and further. Eventually, she reached a breaking point. She spoke with her parents in Japan, and consulted her grandmother who remained in America. And after many days of agonizing over the decision, she determined she couldn’t stay with him any longer. Not when he was like this.

She confronted him, and told him that she wished to legally separate from him (though not divorce him) and leave to be elsewhere. She couldn’t stay with him. This hurt Barok deeply, and initially he flat out refused. But he recognized that their marriage was in trouble. That Alice was losing trust in him and backing away from him. If he forced her to stay, kept her with him like a frightened animal in a cage, it would only stoke her resentment. So he reversed course, and agreed to the separation. And if she went somewhere else other than London, other than Britain even, she probably be even safer than she was here. As much as it pained him, it was his concern for her safety that was paramount.

Staying with her Aunt and Uncle was off the table due to them being in London, but she didn’t want to stay with them anyway. Barok thought perhaps she might go to live with her relatives in America. But, she surprised him when she declared she’d instead travel to Japan to be with her parents. Barok couldn’t help but feel like she was choosing that deliberately to thumb her nose at him. And he wouldn’t be entirely wrong about that. Alice wanted to make a point by going to Japan where her parents were.

Barok voiced his disapproval of her decision, and tried to get her to reconsider. But she’d made up her mind. She would go. And he relented, allowing her to. But, after she’d packed her things and made her way to the ship in Dover to take her there, he chased after her, to say one last goodbye. A last conversation that didn’t go as well as he’d hoped, but not as horribly as he feared, either. But, he let her go, as much as he didn’t want to.

And so, at age 24, Alice left Great Britain behind and made the 50 day voyage to Tokyo. And she would not set foot in Britain again for 3 years.

Alice arrived safely and moved in with her parents, getting settled in for the first month. She felt emotionally numb, nearly falling into a depression. But, her father tried to help her by getting her involved with research at Imperial Yumei University. He brought her in as a research assistant, and introduced her to the others in his department, including Dr. John H Watson who was a professor invited from Britain, as well as her father’s friend, Dr. Yujin Mikotoba. They had a pleasant first interaction, but he had a rather peculiar interaction when she mentioned her last name was ‘Van Zieks’. (He would later ask her father about this in private. Simon had mentioned she’d married an English nobleman, but had conveniently left out who that was.) Still, they got along well, and she met Yujin’s daughter, Susato Mikotoba, who she took an immediate liking to. Though they didn’t have a chance to interact much at first. She heard from Yujin that he also had a son who was around her age (but a few years younger) who would be attending University the following year.

She started attending classes herself (after discussing it with the University), picking her studies back up to head into the final stretch of her education. But, she had difficulty connecting to her peers and making friends due to emotional uncertainty and anxiety about her circumstances and what came before. She confided in her parents on the matter. Her parents desperately wanted to help her feel comfortable in Japan and willing to start a new life. So, in private, her father Simon reached out to Dr. Mikotoba about arranging a visit between their families and maybe introducing Alice to Dr. Mikotoba’s son (Kazuma Asogi). Both were in a point of their lives where they were left feeling lonely and uncertain, and both could benefit greatly from a friendship with each other, and the two parents suspected they’d get along quite well.

So, they arranged the visit, and Alice met Kazuma for the first time. It went over quite well as their parents had hoped. Although they didn’t realized quite the extent that first meeting impacted the two of them. Alice found herself immediately attracted to Kazuma, much to her alarm. But after the initial shock and brief wave of anxiety of those feelings wore off, she simply went on as though he were anyone else who might be a potential friend. Unbeknownst to her, Kazuma was quite taken with her as well, and found the two of them had an easy accord. Kazuma and then Susato became her first friends in Japan, and Alice began to feel more at ease and more immersed in her new life. Her first year went by quickly. And the next year, Kazuma enrolled at the University as a law student, studying to be a defense attorney. Their friendship grew, and they became quite close friends indeed.

That year, one of the English Professors was in desperate need of an additional teaching assistant to help his students, and wound up asking to borrow Alice for that purpose. Her experiences with both British and American English could be a great asset to the class, he said. She agreed to help, and eventually, she was doing work for said professor when a student from the class approached her about a rather tricky set of grammar rules. She did her best to help him, but during the conversation, they found themselves continually distracted by comparing British and American idioms to Japanese ones. But, she eventually was able to help him understand. He would come to her again for help after that, and they’d find themselves speaking a lot about this and that. And Alice made her next friend- Ryunosuke Naruhodo, an English major.

She noticed Ryunosuke had a talent for speeches, and suggested he compete in a speech competition that another friend of hers (Kazuma) was also participating in. It was at that competition Ryunosuke and Kazuma would become acquainted, and from there the two would become the best of friends (and this is also when Kazuma started wearing his red headband, see TGAA Escapades 1).

Ryunosuke also became best friends with Alice as well, his friendly, playful, and insightful nature endearing her quickly. All three together- Alice, Ryunosuke, and Kazuma became practically inseparable best friends. There was even a joke about the three of them being the ‘Matched Set’, the trio who were always together. Alice spent a lot of time with Susato as well, and the two of them were also good friends.

 But while she was fast friends with Ryunosuke and Susato, her friendship with Kazuma took on more complicated dimensions as time went on. She began to develop romantic feelings for him, and this time it seemed all the more clear that this was what was happening to her. And it terrified her. She wasn’t supposed to feel that way about him. She was still married! And she didn’t even know if he could possibly like her that way too. He shouldn’t, she felt. And yet, there were things about their interactions that made her wonder.

In fact, Kazuma was indeed falling for her in turn. But he felt he couldn’t express those feelings to her. She was a married woman, and he didn’t want to risk compromising either one of them socially. He also feared that his feelings were clouding his judgment. If he could court her and marry her, he would. But was that wise? After all, the general wisdom in Japan was that feelings of love were detrimental to a successful marriage. He was a progressively minded sort, but he also had beliefs and patterns of thinking rooted in tradition as well.

None of it mattered anyway, he argued with himself. She was spoken for, and that was the end of it.

Eventually, Alice confided in her mother about her feelings, and how they frightened her. She didn’t want to do something that would ruin her or Kazuma, and she didn’t want to hurt Barok by cheating on him (and she’s just against the whole idea of cheating in general). And then her mother suggested that Alice divorce her husband. Why stay married to him at this point anyway? She clearly loves someone else, her marriage broke down beyond saving. The only thing keeping them together is legality. (Nora never really approved of her marriage to Van Zieks anyway but didn’t really feel she could object at the point Alice decided to say yes to it.) Alice expressed concern about social backlash. It was a lot easier to divorce one’s husband in Britain than it used to be. And thanks to the way the laws were now, she had more legal freedom and more of a leg to stand on than she otherwise would have even a couple of decades prior. But divorce was still looked down upon. And without proper reason, or Barok mutually agreeing, there was a good chance the divorce petition would be struck down. Plus her aunt and uncle would disinherit her. (She’d still be okay because of her parent’s inheritance but it would still be a big blow.)

But her mother persuaded her to go ahead with it. And her father supported the decision when he was informed of it. So, she prepared and sent over her petition of divorce to the British Courts. And until she learned of Barok’s response, all she could do was wait.

She told Kazuma about her decision (although didn’t tell him he was the main motivator or a motivator at all) and said that in all likelihood she’d have to go back to Britain one day to finalize things, assuming all went smoothly. If they didn’t go smoothly, she’d have to go sooner, even as soon as when he left for his own study tour for Britain (that he was accepted for). The news stunned him. He kept his emotions in check on the surface, but internally he was a mess. He had a chance at what he previously thought was impossible. But he had to keep his head. He couldn’t go rushing into attempts to woo her blindly. Until she was divorced from her husband, he had to be careful. But, he wanted to some way get a message to her about how he felt.

He had heard about Victorian flower language, and managed to ascertain Alice knew something about it, only a little, but something. And she had learned a little about Japanese flower language which had begun to emerge in the current era.

Perfect.

When she was due to celebrate receiving a special certification related to her Pathology studies, her put his plan into action. He gifted her a bouquet, something not everyone would recognize as significant, or at least not in the particular way that he meant it. He chose the flowers carefully, and made sure he could obtain the particular ones he had in mind to convey the meaning he wanted. It consisted of Gardenias, Chamomile, and three white dwarf sunflowers. It was meant to convey a message along the lines of “I’m confessing my love for you (three sunflowers), the love I’ve until now kept to myself as a secret (gardenias). And I’ll wait as long as I must for you (chamomile). I adore you utterly.(dwarf sunflower)”

Alice didn’t recognize the significance of the bouquet right away, but was struck by the fact Kazuma gave her flowers, especially when Ryunosuke mentioned off-handedly later that Kazuma had been curious about flower meanings as of late. She managed to ascertain the meaning of the flowers later and felt a torrent of emotions rip threw her. She decided to preserved some of the flowers, pressing them into the cover of her sketchbook that she used for scenery.

She also discreetly sent him a reply - Gardenias (secret love) and Irises (hope). They never entered into an illicit relationship, but they were honest about their feelings in what way they could be. And they were tightly devoted to and protective of each other.

Some months later, Alice received a reply from Britain. Her husband was contesting the divorce and her presence was required back in Britain as soon as possible. She had feared this would happen, but had emotionally braced for it. She would leave for Britain on the same ship as Kazuma. They promised to support one another in their endeavors, and to be by one another’s side. Alice was upset that Ryunosuke wouldn’t be joining them (as far as she knew. Kazuma didn’t tell her he was smuggling Ryunosuke with them for the same reasons he didn’t tell Susato in canon). But, at least she, Kazuma, and Susato would all be together.

Alice was anxious about seeing Barok again after all this time. What would he say to her when he saw her? What did he think about the fact she chose in the end to try and divorce him? Why was he still trying to hold onto her?

-

We arrive towards the start of the game, where Alice is in a western style restaurant with her father. She happens to see her two best friends (Kazuma and Ryunosuke) across the way from them and asks if she can go say hello to them. (Which her father’s is more than happy to accommodate.) She says hello before going back down to continue her meal with her father. She happens to see Dr. John H Watson is there as well with a classmate of hers, Jezaille Brett (who she doesn’t like very much. She’s a jerk and a snob in her opinion.). But she doesn’t think much of it.

All hell breaks loose when she hears the shot of a gun fired, and sees the waiter swoop in and grab Ryunosuke.

Eventually she sees Dr. Watson is dead, apparently shot, and now it’s being said that Ryunosuke is the suspected murderer. No, she thinks. This can’t be right. Her friend had no motive, and wasn’t a violent person in any way. What was going on here? (This leads to her being a witness in the tutorial case of the first game. But she’s held back from testifying at first because she doesn’t want to leave Jezaille Brett’s presence out of her testimony like Hosonaga instructed all the other witnesses to.)

She goes to Kazuma (who left the restaurant before this all went down) as soon as she’s able, and tells him the terrible news. Their mutual best friend has been arrested. And it seems like they’re setting him up for failure in court. Surely something can be done? Of course, it practically goes without saying that Kazuma will take up his friends case and try to defend Ryunosuke with everything he has.

And that is when the events of canon begin.

[aquagustd]

prod. suga - MYG

❝you pay your boyfriend a visit at the that that mv shoot to support him, but he ends up supporting your legs as you ride him.❞

pairing — yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, pwp, idol au

warnings/tags — mullet yoongi 😩, hand kink, strong language, explicit smut — clothed sex, breast kink, yoongi has a filthy mouth ffs, a mix of degradation & praise 🤌🏻, light breeding kink, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, biting/scratching, name calling, hair pulling, nipple play, clit pinching, cowgirl, sloppy kisses, creampie, cockwarming, slight overstimulation

note: yeah i’m not explaining myself this is this & the only way i know how to channel my unhinged yoongi thirst because WTF he looks so fcking hot i love that man more each day it’s tough as a yoongi stan yoongi marry me 😩🫦🤰🏻 also tryna manifest yoongi selca from this shoot heh 🧘🏻‍♀️

selca - selfie

“Hey cowboy.”

“Hello.”

Yoongi’s face lights up as you approach him, a shy smile playing on his lips once you stand behind his chair, catching his gaze in the mirror. The sole reason why you decided to visit him, apart from offering your love and support, during your lunch break was because of the selca he had sent you a few minutes ago. And you know he did it on purpose – because he knows how much you love it when he has his hair combed back, forehead on display.

And his outfit – top buttons undone on his leopard print shirt, white coat.

He wasn’t supposed to be in the music video or even feature on the song, but you sure are glad he is. Seeing him in a cowboy costume once again had your pussy develop a heartbeat of its own.

He's fiddling with his sleeves, glancing at you in the reflection as you dip your head to place a sweet peck on his cheek, earning a pout from him.

“What?”

Dropping his hands in his lap, he puckers his lips, tilting his head slightly so you can bend over again to find his mouth, fused with yours briefly.

His lips part with indignance, eyes wide, “really?”

You chuckle, hands sliding across his wide shoulders, “I don’t wanna ruin your makeup. Hey, you got the bolo tie and everything.”

“We’ll fix it before the shoot—” he informs, now interfering with the chain around his neck “—how was work?”

Bending over once again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek to his, “work was fine, until I got that selca from you.”

He flashes you a gummy smile, cheeks puffing up.

“You look sexy,” you whisper, lips brushing the curve of his ear, “so handsome. That pic didn’t do justice. So sexy with this shirt and—honestly you look good in anything.”

He cocks a brow teasingly, “anything?”

Grinning, you rise to your full height, now smoothing a hand down the back of his head, playing with the long strands of hair there, “anything. But you look even better naked.”

With your little distraction, you don’t notice the way his eyes darken, lips pursing.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You meet his gaze in the mirror, fingers lingering on his scalp, “wh—”

“Come here,” he orders, sinking in his chair a bit as he spreads his legs, gesturing to his lap.

He wouldn’t have to tell you twice.

You’re about to sit on one of his inviting thighs, when he tuts, hands curling around your hips.

“The other way.”

Heat builds between your legs at his tone, making a timid turn as he helps you roll your dress up, his faint touches driving you insane. You straddle his lap, unable to find a comfortable position on the wobbly chair, but his lap is warm and welcoming. His gaze, however, is hungry and heated.

Your gaze drops to his pouty lips, glistening after his tongue darts out, head cocked to the side as his long, wandering fingers draw patterns on your thighs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He repeats, not an ounce of mirth in his expression.

Before you can answer, his hands rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to his body. So close you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, equally as rapid as yours.

His breath fans across your lips, crotch dangerously close to your own. You’re afraid that you might crease his outfit. Plus, you saw his makeup artist waiting not too far from his dressing room, so she could walk in at any moment. Or any of the other staff working on set.

“Walking in here and calling me ‘sexy,’” he begins, eyebrows furrowing, “’handsome,’ teasing me as if you don’t know what that does to me.”

Mischievously, you lean forward to kiss up the line of jaw, tongue flicking across that one spot under his ear you know drives him crazy.

“That’s what you get for teasing me when I was at work,” you giggle, voice low and sultry, “thinking it’s okay to just send me thirst traps.”

His large palms squeeze around your hips, sending a flurry of emotions into your belly, settling right there in your core. You snap away when he bumps his shoulder into yours, staring at each other in silence. Challenging each other.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk as he jerks his hips up into yours, connecting your bodies briefly, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your clit has your mind reeling. Before he can say another word, you wrap your fingers around his neck and press your lips to his, moaning as he drags his ring-clad fingers up your scalp to angle your head the way he likes, tongue rolling against yours.

You moan into the kiss, body ignited with desire as his free hand roams all over your body, pulling down one of the straps on your dress just as you begin to kiss down his neck, hearing him groan as your tongue curls around his Adam’s apple, bobbing under your assault.

“This is what you came here for,” he grunts, head tossed back as you turn your attention to the sides of his neck, suckling on the flushed skin, “couldn’t wait till I’m home to get filled with my cock.”

With his words, he grinds his hips into yours, prompting a breathless whisper from your glossy lips, finding his once more. He kisses you sloppily, tongue licking into your mouth. Your pussy throbs incessantly, wetter with his deep, gruff voice rumbling through you.

“So fucking desperate for my cock, nasty little slut.”

Once you gather your thoughts, hands placed on his shoulders so you can meet each roll of his hips – he ceases all movement, eyes firm and heady.

“Sit on my cock.”

Your throat feels dry, blinking at him stupidly.

“I said sit on my cock, take it out.”

His voice laced with dominance sends a shiver down your spine, rushing to undo his belt with shaky hands. Your movements stagger when he reaches under your dress and finds your nipples, rolling them between his calloused fingers.

Yoongi seems to lose his patience when you take too long, slapping your hands away before he unzips his pants, thick, weeping cock standing tall against his shirt.

“You did this,” he grunts, rolling his palm across the tip loosely, you nearly drool at the sight, “so you’re gonna do something about it. Sit up.”

“I—”

“Fuck—” he positions you so you’re kneeling on the chair, dexterous fingers pushing your panties to the side before he slides four of his fingers through your folds, a wicked smile on his face “—so wet. Such a fat pussy. I bet you were thinking about my cock all the way here. Or even all day, couldn’t help yourself after last night. Huh?”

You nod meekly because it’s the truth. He’s all you can ever think about, especially when you had a very satisfying night before.

“So fucking swollen,” he grits, gathering your slick on his hand then taking it to his cock, wetting his length with your juices, “you’re dripping. Bet I won’t have to prep you huh?”

Shaking your head, you reach for him, silently pleading with him to fuck you already. But you love how mouthy he gets whenever you fuck, it only has you dripping even more. At this point, you’re clenching around nothing, lips pressed into a thin line when he teases two fingers at your honeyed entrance.

“But you’re a slut for my fingers, aren’t you? You’d want it anyway, huh?”

“Yoongi, please,” you grit, thighs shuddering when he pinches your clit, “just want your cock.”

“How bad?”

“So bad.”

You jolt when he taps your clit with the head of his cock, core pulsing continuously because he’s so close.

“Beg for it,” he husks, now teasing apart your folds with his sticky tip, “that’s not convincing enough.”

“Please Yoongi,” you whine, eyes scrunched shut, “please I want your cock so bad. Wanna be filled with your cock. Want you to cum inside me and stuff me with your cum so I can—fuck!”

Your spine goes taut when he sets you down on his cock, walls stretching to accommodate his length as you grab his wrists, the burn simmering into pleasure a lot faster with the kisses he places on your neck.

Cracking your eyes open, you find him sitting back, head tilted up as he watches you with a malicious smirk twisting his lips, hands tight around your hips. Half of the buttons of his shirt are undone, once neat hair now falling onto his face. You clench around him involuntarily.

“Ride me,” he grits out, thumbs holding up the hem of your dress so you both can watch the way your pussy swallows his girthy cock.

Fingers wrapped around the armrests, you lean back as he grabs hold of both your thighs, whimpering when you lift off his length and slam back down.

“That’s it,” he grunts, bottom lip caught between his teeth, “faster.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you roll your hips back and forth, aided by your hold on the chair to move even faster, moaning breathlessly as you feel his cock brush every ridge in your pussy, jaw unhinging.

“Fucking hell, riding my cock here, so fucking loud for me. Such a good girl.”

You nod obediently, ignoring the burn in your thighs as you feel yourself approach the edge of bliss, head lolling back.

He’s practically holding you up, moans joining yours as he begins to fuck into your from under, sweat beading his forehead. You whine when he buries his fingers in your, pushing your head forward so you’re looking at him through hazy eyes.

“Look at you, gonna cum? Huh?”

“Yes fuck Yoongi,” you cry out, your lower back pressing into his thighs as you fuck yourself onto him, breath tensing when you feel the tip of his cock nudge that spot deep inside you, slowing down to drag out the pleasure.

He tuts, guiding your hips onto his cock by himself, thighs now drenched in a mix of your sweat.

“I said faster, do you wanna cum?”

“Yes,” you shriek, eyes rolling back when his thumb flicks your clit, “’m so close.”

“Do you want me to cum inside you? Want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

“Yes,” you sigh, legs spreading even wider as you begin to roll your hips at your initial pace, the shameless sounds of your skin meeting his, squelches of his cock pressing into your pussy filling the air, “wanna feel your cum drip down my legs.”

He curses, nails nearly breaking the skin of your thighs as he holds you up with one hand, the other working on your engorged clit.

“Then you’ll be a good fucking whore and listen,” he grunts, speeding up his movements to have your mind going empty.

Nothing but the sounds of pure pleasure fill can be heard as you feel your mind go empty, trembling as he fucks into you feverishly, muttering under his breath when your walls flutter around him, signalling your release.

“Ah fuck.”

Your mouth hangs open, pussy sliding up and down his twitching cock as you bask in the bliss of your release, a strained laugh bubbling from your lips. He follows soon after, jaw set as he spills into you with three long spurts, one particularly loud moan echoing in the space.

“Holy shit, so fucking tight.”

Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he gathers you in his arms, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses across your neck and collarbones, which has your heart stuttering in your chest, to finally land on your lips, mouth hot and sweet against yours. You feel his cock soften inside you, cum staining your clothing but none of you make a move, gazing into each other’s eyes before reality hits you.

“Shit, your outfit—”

He brushes a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face, dismissing your question.

“Don’t worry about it.”

A knock on the door has you jumping in his lap, but he holds you firm against him.

“Come in.”

His makeup artist opens the door, her eyes on the carpet which gives you the idea that she must’ve heard everything. But Yoongi doesn’t seem to care.

“Sorry, they’re waiting for you. I’ll come back in ten minutes.” With a bow, she’s leaving the room, door flying shut behind her.

All Yoongi can do is laugh, while you’re chastising him with a slap to his chest, grateful that your dress was long enough to conceal your dignity. He still refuses to let you get off his lap, feline eyes crinkling as he smiles. He brushes a hand through his dark hair, flopping back into his chair with a knowing smile, chest heaving.

“How do you get better and better each time?”

You grin, still catching your breath, “maybe I’m just trying to convince you that it’s better when I ride you.”

His expression doesn’t waver as your fingers cup his jaw, tonguing at his earrings.

“When you’re under me.”

Then you feel his cock twitch inside you, stiffening in your sensitive walls.

In a split second, he’s rising from the chair with you in hand. You gasp when he sets you on the floor, cock still snug in your pussy.

He shrugs off his jacket, the same expression from earlier returning as he hooks your legs around his waist, long eyelashes fluttering.

“Yoongi,” you warn, speaking into his kiss, feeling the tug in your lower belly return, “you have less than ten minutes.”

Ignoring your words, he drills his cock deep inside you, prompting a whimper from your spit slick lips. Your battered walls accept him despite your conflict, quivering around each vein of cock.

“Lock your ankles.”

You do so without protest, confusion fading into arousal.

“Let me remind you—” he sighs, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy with resounding squelches “—how it feels to be under me.”

Your smile falls, knowing he’s about to fuck you senseless.

“I will sue you, Min Yoongi.”

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[moneymasnn]

Please can we have something with Mason where he gets home after a game, you can chose the result, he’s tired, cuddles into the reader and hides his face in the readers neck

lazy dayz| Mason mount

Gif credits go to @mariuslindvik

Blurb: Masons had a really long tiering day resulting in you both having lazy sex on the sofa to chear him up.

Notes: Sorry it’s short but I loved writing this! Passionate lazy sex>anything. Also I think my messages are back guys so YAY

Warnings: smut, some foul language

You was mid way through a long day at work when the notification popped up on your phone.

"Match ended: Chelsea [0-0] Wolverhampton wanderers”

An immediate frown appearing on your face, you knew how mason had been feeling recently and you knew that the result of todays game was just going to make him feel worse. Your heart ached for mason, he had told you last night while cuddling in bed that he felt useless and exusted. You could have sworn you felt your heart break as tears welled up in your eyes, you hatted seeing him like this, the man you do deeply lobed. However you just reminded him that this feeling wasn't going to last for ever.

"You needed to have some bad times for the good times to feel good"

What you didn't know was that mason had walked into the changing rooms that morning repeating the rather inspirational quote, trying to give the rest of the team an up lift.

Once you got home you noticed you was back before mason, so you went up stairs, had a shower, washed your hair then trotted back down the stairs in some comfy pjs with damp hair.

After scrolling on your phone for a while you heard the front door close, and before you knew it mason was standing in front of you dropping his stuff to the floor before he climbed on top of you laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your back.

You gently pushed his hair out of his face and kissed the top of his head.

"hey baby" you mumbled into his hair.

Mason just groaned into you chest as he snugged into your fluffy pjs, he was listening to the long rise and fall of your shallow breath, feeling the most content he had in days.

"Hi" he said like a shy child, as he raised his head to kiss your lips.

"How are you feeling?" you was still stroking your hand threw his hair, you knew he loved when you did that.

"Been better"

You felt your heart break once more as you felt his arms wrap around you tighter, he just wanted to hold you close.

He pulls your body down slightly so he can nussle his face into your neck as he places short, sloppy, peppered kisses.

"You smell really nice" mason hums at the sent of your strawberry scented shampoo.

"Do you want anything mase? food? a drink? a bath?" you wanted to pamper him with chocolate and face masks to make him even feel the slightest bit better.

"You"

You was confused at his reply at first as you soon enough felt his hand leave your side and come up to pull your t-shirt to the side so he could start kissing your collar bone. He then brought his hand down to the top of your shorts, playing with the band.

You moved you legs so mason could slot In between you, bending your legs and wrapping them around his waist, holding him as tight as you can.

Masons hand pushed into your shorts and into you knickers, his fingers slipped down your slit as he spreaded out your wetness so he could rub your clit. He rubbed your clit in slow circles as he continued to suck on your collar bone. He the brought his face up to yours to place a meaningful kiss too your lips.

"I love you"

He mumbled onto your lips before he placed his face back into the crock of your neck.

Mason pulled his hand from your shorts as he then pulled himself out of his pants, he was already erect and leaking pre cum from feeling your pussy, as he used his wet fingers as a lubricant to pump himself a few times.

He pulled your shorts off your legs, throwing them somewhere over the sofa as he gently rubbed your slit with the top of his dick.

"I love you so much princess. So. fucking. much. You feel him push his face into your neck more as he slowly inserts himself.

He was still fully clothes and so were you, technically. He used his free hand to intertwine with yours and place them above your head, as he used his other hand to keep him up so we wasn't squishing you.

"your always so tight baby girl, you always feel so good"

Masons thrusts were slow and sloppy, he had no pace, he was just enjoying the way you were clenched around him. Mason loved slow, sloppy, sleepy sex, he found it passionated and full of love. The way all you can hear is both of your harsh breathing and the noise of your wet pussy adjusting to his size.

He continued to slowly thrust into you as your hands were lost in his hair, mason was mumbling a number of sweet nothings into your neck, most of which you couldn't here because of the way he pushing his face so hard into you.

When mason picks up the pace a little bit you were sent into over drive, the angle causing him to brush your clit, sending sensations through your body as you felt that all to familiar knot form in your stomach.

You moan out his name in a breathless voice, as you pulled on the long grown out locks of his hair.

Mason knew you were close by the way you were clenching around his dick.

"hold it" was all he could manage to say as he picked up the pace feeling his own orgasm plummeting on him.

"can I cum in you?" mason moves his head from the warm comfort of your neck to look at you red, sweaty face.

You were biting down on your lip, eyes closed and head tilted back as you managed to wimper out a "please"

This sent shock waves though mason as he pushed as hard as he could into you for your final thrusts.

"cum princess"

And with that your legs were shaking on masons back as he tried to keep some sort of composure and ride both of your orgasms out. The slick noises of both of your cum mixed and polling out of you was music to masons ears, as he thrusted a few more sloppy pushes as he flopped onto you, keeping his dick nusseled inside of you.

"can we just stay like this please?" mason said as he was back to sucking and placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

You both laid there for a moment, mason thinking about how lucky he his to have you in his life when you popped out,

"fancy a bath together, I got some new bath bombs today"

Mason raised his head with a large smile on his lips, "when I thought I couldn't love you anymore"

"shut up" you giggle, your heart felling fuzzy. "I love you too mase"